#jasper hale fanfics

[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. 

[cece693]

HI BABY!! i read your jasper hale kiss marry kill thing , and i loved , however , i was wondering if you could make one like that but with jacob? :) no pressure!!

Spin The Bottle

pairing: jacob black x gender neutral reader tags: reader and Jacob like each other, but neither make a move, resolved feelings, slight jealousy from Jacob, no timeline but everybody is of age and have turned into wolves, ambiguous if reader is a wolf or not

The flickering glow of the bonfire danced across everyone’s faces, laughter mixing with the gentle roar of the ocean behind you. The smell of salt and burning driftwood filled the air as conversation hummed around the circle of friends on the shore. It was yet another perfect La Push night, and you couldn’t help but feel utterly content—especially with Jacob Black sitting nearby, his smile a constant beam of sunshine in the firelight.

Quil nudged Embry with a grin. “Alright, enough gossip. How about a game?”

Leah raised an eyebrow. “Game? What did you have in mind?”

“Spin the bottle,” Seth suggested enthusiastically, which earned an amused groan from Leah and a chorus of chuckles from the others.

Jacob’s eyes flickered over to you before he could hide it, but you noticed—how could you not when his gaze was so warm? Heat crawled up your cheeks, and you swallowed hard. Something in the air felt charged. You had a hunch Jacob was hoping the spin of a simple glass bottle might just change the dynamic between you two. And maybe part of you hoped for the same.

You shrugged, feigning a casualness you didn’t really feel. “Sure, I’m in.”

Everyone shuffled into a tighter circle, the bottle placed in the center of the makeshift ring on the sand. Paul let out a low whistle and flicked his hand at you with a teasing grin. “You’re first.”

Chuckling nervously, you took the bottle and gave it a tentative spin. Jacob’s knee brushed yours as he stretched out his legs, closer than ever, and you found yourself silently chanting, Please let it stop on him…

But Fate had a funny way of ignoring the best-laid hopes. The bottle slowed and landed on someone else—Embry. A quick hush fell over the group, and then they all burst into laughter or groans, depending on their sense of humor.

Embry lifted his eyebrows in playful surprise. “Guess that’s me,” he said, trying to hide the slight awkwardness in his voice.

You felt a knot form in your stomach. You didn’t dislike Embry—he was a great friend—but this was definitely not the outcome you’d been hoping for. Still, a game was a game, so you offered him a small, friendly smile. Leaning forward, you pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his lips. It was over in a heartbeat—no sparks, no real connection, just the brush of lips and the warm flush of embarrassment flooding your face.

Jacob’s gaze flicked away so quickly you barely caught the disappointment etched across his features. The rest of the pack cheered, teased, and kept the game rolling, but Jacob was suspiciously quiet. Only a few moments later, he stood up, brushing sand from his jeans.

“Hey, guys,” he said, trying—and failing—to sound casual, “I think I’m gonna call it a night. I’m feeling a little tired.” You blinked, watching as he turned away from the group. You knew perfectly well that Jacob never left a bonfire this early, especially when everyone was in high spirits. Without missing a beat, you scrambled to your feet.

A few people in the group noticed. “You okay?” Leah asked quietly, her eyes flicking between you and Jacob.

“I’m fine,” you answered with a tight smile. “I just need some air or something.” You hurried after Jacob, your feet digging into the cool sand as you tried to catch up to his retreating figure. The bonfire’s light grew dimmer behind you, replaced by the shimmering moonlight on the water.

“Jake!” you called, voice subdued but urgent.

He slowed, but didn’t turn around right away. When you finally reached him, you saw his jaw was tense, shoulders rigid. “Hey,” you said gently, stepping into his line of sight. “What’s going on?”

Jacob exhaled heavily, his gaze drifting to the ocean for a moment. “It’s nothing,” he began, then laughed softly, the sound tinged with self-derision. “No, actually, it’s not nothing. I just—I really wanted that spin to land on me.”

Your heart did a little flip. “Jacob…”

He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes still averted. “I know it’s a stupid game,” he continued in a rush, “but I can’t shake how much I wanted you to kiss me instead. God, I feel like a jealous idiot.”

You reached out, fingertips just grazing his arm. “Jake, you’re not an idiot,” you assured him. The words tumbled out before you could stop yourself. “I…I wanted it to land on you, too.”

His eyes snapped up to yours, hope etched across his features. “You did?”

You nodded, feeling your pulse quicken. “Yes. I—I like you, Jacob. A lot. And I’m sorry if that kiss made you feel…well, you saw how it was—just a silly game. But you… you’re different. You matter.”

A slow smile spread across his face, warmth flooding his gaze. “I really matter?”

You let your hand slip fully into his, fingers interlocking. “Yeah, you really do.”

Jacob let out a breath he must have been holding for weeks. “If that’s how you feel, would it be okay if I—?”

You didn’t let him finish the thought. Instead, you stood on your tiptoes (or simply leaned in closer, if height wasn’t an issue) and pressed your lips gently to his. He made a small sound of surprise, but it quickly melted into contentment as his free arm came around your back, pulling you in closer. The soft, rhythmic hush of the waves against the shore mixed with the steady thrumming of your heart, and for a moment, everything else fell away.

When you finally broke apart, Jacob’s cheeks glowed with more warmth than the bonfire could ever provide. You gave him a shy, but genuine grin. “Does that make you feel a little better?”

He laughed, a bright, relieved sound. “Much better,” he admitted, gently squeezing your hand. For a moment, you stood there together, moonlight illuminating the two of you. In the distance, you could hear the pack’s chatter and laughter, and the comforting crackle of the bonfire still burned behind you. But here, in this quiet bubble on the shore, you and Jacob existed in your own world.

A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Want to head back? Or do you still feel like you need some time alone?”

Jacob shook his head quickly, still looking a bit starstruck. “No, let’s go back—together.” His hand stayed firmly in yours as you both turned to walk side by side toward the bonfire.

[entitled-fangirl]

Are you scared of me, Princess?

Jasper Hale x human!reader

Summary: The reader sees the scars on Jasper's arms, prompting him to tell her the truth.

Words: 1,646

Warnings: talk of murder, vampire stuff idk, scars, cursing

Author's note: God this is angsty. Someone get 8th-grade me in here right now because this is what she thought she was reading at her age.

Masterlist <3

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Jasper sat in the bed placed in his room, his mate resting her back against his chest. His arms were wrapped around her waist and his face found its way into her hair. Her hands were placed on top of his on her waist, relishing in the feeling of comfort he gave her.

They were a strange pair, the two. The bloodthirsty vampire fighting his instincts to feed and the helpless human girl who wouldn’t be able to fight him if she tried. 

But she trusted him with her whole heart. It had been hard at first. She had to marinate in the knowledge of the existence of vampires, and he suffered the constant smell of her sweet scent, calling out to him every second.

It was so hard for him, even on a good day. Her smell of her blood always drew him in. 

The only thing holding him back from draining her was the feeling he knew he wouldn’t fight the minute her body became lifeless: dread.

But now, they laid in each other’s arms in complete trust. 

Her hand wandered up his forearm, stopping at the unevenness of his skin. She looked down, pulling his sleeve up briefly.

Bite marks and scratches laid all up and down his forearm. She didn’t want to know how far up his arm it went, thankful for the sleeve.

She felt him shift. He felt uncomfortable. Scared of her reaction. But above all else, he cared for her. She could practically feel his gift poking at her emotions, intertwining them with his. A sense of calmness fell over the two of them before words could form.

Her hand still laid against his arm gently, her thumb brushing one of the bites to comfort him in her own way.

She felt his head move away from hers, leaning back against the bed frame. She used this opportunity to turn in his grip, now facing him. Once there, she pulled his arm into her lap, her eyes inspecting the scars in front of her. 

He simply watched. He couldn’t hide them, and he would never lie. Not to her. So, he simply sat there to let her ask him or draw her own conclusions.

She finally looked up, her eyes locking on his. She’s thankful of his gift, because otherwise, she may have been teary-eyed. “T….Tell me, Jasper?”

His eyes softened. God, she was so good to him. So perfect. So innocent and pure. Everything he knew he wasn’t.

Her blood would be so easy to take. The feeling of adrenaline would be worth the-

“It’s… a long story, Princess. I don’t think you wanna hear it.”

She was visibly hurt by his answer, her hand retreating from his. “Oh. I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry… I just… just thought…”

He chuckles to himself, teasing her, “Thought what, Princess? You really wanna know?”

She nods, her eyes glossy, holding an unreadable expression.

He sighs. He wanted to hold off from telling her this. That was his plan. But now, she had ruined the perfect plan in his head. Not that he could be mad at her. His heart couldn’t do that.

He pulls his sleeve up his other arm, showing her the scarring. “D’you know much about the Civil War, Darlin’?”

She nods, her eyes never leaving his forearm. 

He smiles, “Good girl. Knew you would.” He took a deep breath, not that he needed to, but it allowed him to collect himself and decide what to say. “I was turned during the Civil War. A woman named Maria convinced me to help her train a vampire army. I was foolish and naive. I thought she was doing the right thing.”

He looked up at her to gauge her reaction. She simply stared at the scars, her head low in thought. He took this as a sign to continue.

“You know.. I was, uh, a major, in the war?”

Her head perked up at that, her eyes meeting his. “A..a major?”

He smirked, “Yeah. Major Jasper Whitlock.” As he said so, she felt a wave of pride come from his body. She didn’t need Jasper’s gifts to sense it, for it had come so plain. 

He continued, “I trained them myself. Her army, I mean. I know you don’t know much about us, but newborn vampires are more dangerous. More deadly. They’re stronger than most.” As he said this, she could feel his tone becoming sharper. 

“Stronger than Emmett?”

He nods, “Yes, Princess. Much stronger. You stay away from a newborn.” It had meant to be advice, but it came out a demand. “They’re more deadly than you can imagine. I’ve watched them do…” his eyes look off in thought, “…unspeakable things…”

A small silence overtakes them before she breaks it. “And you trained them?”

His eyes quickly move back to hers, the amber color glowing, “Yes, ma’am.”

“How?”

“Not easily. They don’t take too well, as you can see,” he said, his head motioning forward at his arms. “I punished them, too. Killed them when they got out of hand or weren’t what we needed.”

He feared to look up at her, but he couldn’t resist. Her gaze was on the window. He didn’t often wish for a gift different than his, but at this moment, he wished he could read her mind. See what was going on in that lovely little human brain of hers. But he couldn’t. He sensed she wasn’t distressed. He had to see her eyes to be sure. Not for his gift’s sake, but for his own. His hand outstretched to grab her jaw gently, pulling it towards his own. “Are you scared of me?”

Her eyes catch his, their faces a foot apart. “…Sh…should I be, Jasper?”

He considers her question quickly with a nod, his voice low. “Really fucking scared.”

She blinks at his wording, her brain struggling to comprehend everything in front of her. 

He wanted to joke, take the dark mood away, but he knew this was serious. “I killed before this,” he gestured to himself, “I killed during this…. I’ll probably have to kill sometime after this. I’ve murdered many with no remorse, their bodies laying at my feet. Innocent lives and murders, too. I overpowered the strongest vampires with ease, ending them mercilessly. My heart holds no mercy. So, I’ll ask again. Are you scared of me?”

She wasn’t sure what to think. She couldn’t put it into words. Was she scared? She supposed so. Any sane person would be. But she trusted him. She trusted him. She trusted him. “You… You won’t hurt me, Jasper.”

He wanted to laugh at her sweet response. How naive of his little lamb. She said it so sure of herself. Of him. She didn’t know of the constant, deep thirst of blood he fought back every time their eyes met. She didn’t know of the pain he felt when she parted from him. She didn’t know of the horrors he had endured. And most importantly, she would never understand the terrors he had caused.

“You don’t know that, Princess.”

She took a quick breath in at his response. Every reasonable thought she ever had was gone. She should run. She should hide. But she didn’t. She wouldn’t. Her body remained here, on the vampire’s bed, his hand gripping her jaw while staring at her like she was prey. Every reasonable thought was gone.

She reached her hand up to place on top of his on her jaw, flinching at the cold feeling of his skin on hers. “You won’t, Jasper.” She began to even sound confident.

He smiled at her, his sharp teeth peeking out. This girl believes in him that much. What a stupid girl. Too trusting. Too hopeful. Too pretty. Too good. Too perfect. He could absolutely ruin her. But he wouldn’t. “C’mon, Princess. Admit you’re a little afraid.” He needed to hear her say it.

Her hand gripped his, pushing it down her jaw lightly until it rested over her throat. His hand now wrapped around her neck, her hand lightly resting on his. 

He was speechless at her touches. Her movements. Her willingness. Her loyalty to him. His eyes stare at his own hand, admiring the view in front of him. Her hopeful eyes staring into his while his hand rested above her only source of oxygen. It was intimate. It was scary. It was perfect. She was perfect. 

His thumb brushed her throat lightly, feeling her heartbeat quicken at his touch. He could practically feel the blood running through her veins. And she trusted him still. 

They sat there in silence for a while, simply admiring the other. 

She was perfect. Too innocent for her own good, but so loyal and willing for him. Her pretty face was the perfect view for him. He could stare at it until the end of his days. And she trusted him with her life. 

She trusted him with the one thing his body thirst to destroy. And he loved her all the more for it.

He was strong. Resilient. An open book for her to read at her leisure. Protective was a word she was familiar with. She felt like his arms were the only thing she needed to live in the world. She trusted him with her life.

His other arm moved up her body, his hand getting lost in the hair on the back of her head. He pushes her forward, capturing her lips in his. 

The hand on her neck stayed. But it never twitched. 

They pulled away from each other to let her catch her breath. Their faces were close as they tried to think of the right words to say.

“You’re not afraid of me.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. She wasn’t afraid of him. 

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[ervotica]

Ik this isn’t part of the prompt but can u plz do a eclipse Jasper x human reader whenever she can feel her anxiety worsen or even a panic attack about to start Jasper uses his ability to calm her down (since he can manipulate emotions/moods) and he usually does it by talking to her and kissing her gently🥹😭

summary; jasper eases your anxiety and kisses away all your worries.

warnings; fem!reader, reader w anxiety, soft, soft!jasper, jasper uses his gift on reader but it’s sweet, pure fluff! no use of y/n

Jasper's rasping Southern lilt pulls you out of your haze; he can feel the rushing thrum of your pulse beneath your skin, the way you tense and burrow further into the comfort of the blanket that’s loosely draped over your shoulders. You're vacant, eyes glassy and unfocused despite the lively chatter of the Cullen house, the raucous booming of Emmett’s voice and Rosalie’s quiet scolding that follows as the rest of the family talk animatedly. This upcoming fight has everyone on edge and it’s evident in your stance, the way you curl up small on the couch and wring your fingers until they flush ruby.

"Hey, sugar," Jasper murmurs, a finger hooking over your cheek to draw your gaze to his own. It's a miracle he can stand to be so close to you now, almost desensitised to your scent, the warmth of your touch, the ravenous hunger that claws at his throat when you're close. Your eyes crinkle at the corners, carving lines into the soft skin when your eyes meet his.

"Hey, Jas."

His icy lips are on your cheek and you soak up his touch, resisting the urge to lean into it as you really want to, still cautious of overwhelming him. The sense of calm that washes over you feels artificial, the only indicator that the feeling isn’t quite your own, but rather the emotion that Jasper is weaving into your frazzled nerves as the anxiety untangles like yarn and dissipates. The crushing thunderstorm is reduced to small, sweeping waves that lap at the corners of your mind but no longer engulf it.

You accept the feeling regardless of its origin, your muscles uncoiling as Jasper strokes slow lines over your cheekbone. Your eyes track the swish of his blond tresses when his head dips further, the bridge of his nose pressed to your cheek, and one golden eye that watches you right back.

His mouth ventures to the corner of your lips and you feel the imprint of his smile as you giggle and your features scrunch with unbridled adoration. It’s a rare display of such emboldened affection from him and you’ll be damned if you don’t wring him for every ounce whilst he’s willing to offer it.

All background noise melts away when he catches your lips between his own. You gasp a sweet little noise into his mouth and he swallows it greedily; the feel of his cold fingers on your cheek brands you, leaving a lasting tingle that reminds you that you’re his and his only. He nips at your bottom lip, the ghost of a laugh echoing against your mouth when you whine and cant your body towards his, wanting, needing, to be close. His forehead stays anchored to your own when he draws himself away.

"You’re beautiful," he murmurs. "My beautiful girl."

The cadence of his voice alone is enough to have you going soft and pliant in his grasp, tired eyes watching his every move as he nudges your chin upwards and presses another gentle peck to your mouth.

"Everything’s gonna be jus’ fine, okay?" he coos, gathering you up and into his arms in a way that has you biting your lip to suppress a whimper. "And then we’ll have forever, my darlin’."

"You promise?" He almost laughs at your question, but he hears the warble in your voice, feels the tightening of your fingers against the sleeve of his shirt, and he knows you need the reassurance. Something white-hot lights in his chest, fondness and something deep and primal all mixed into one— the urge to protect you always, no matter the cost, even if the world burns to ashes. He’ll protect you always.

"I promise." He sits back until you’re tucked beneath his arm, pushing stray curls out of your face as you nestle into the crook of his armpit. "Why don’t you sleep for a little while? You need it."

Suddenly the ruckus of the Cullen house dulls in your ears, your only focus on the blond you’re tucked against, his fingers curling around the blanket to pull it flush to your frame. The last thing you register is his arms tightening around you as you doze, and an arm hiking you into his lap when you go limp against him.

[aribluedreams]

A family thing

Jasper Hale/Whitlock x blonde!fem!reader!.

Summary: Where Charlie Swan and his oldest daughter hates Bella's new boyfriend.

Warnings: none, just the reader hating Edward.

Masterlist!

Edward was in shock.

The truth was that his relationship with Bella's father was terrible. They couldn't be in the same room because they fought like crazy men, he was always receiving dirty looks for just being with his daughter, and if he could, Charlie would just ignored him until he couldn't anymore. But that didn't seem to be the same with Jasper, who was talking with him animatedly as if nothing was wrong between them. Charlie talked, laughed, and even shake the blonde’s hand as if he had known him all his life and more. And his brother, who didn't pass the opportunity to tease him, looked in his direction with a grin, clearly teasing that he had made it.

“Are you ready, woman?” Bella’s voice was heard from the first floor ”Hurry up! You've been applying lipstick for half an hour!”

“I'm comming, my god,” her sister opened the door to her room amused ”You are worse than a man when it comes to waiting! Jasper has more patient than you!”

But Bella just chuckle, indicating that she was really only doing that to annoy her and not because she wanted to leave quickly. Those dances weren’t her thing anyway, but they were her sister thing considering how much effort she was putting into it. Into it, into her looks, and into smacking her on the back of the head as she passed next to her.

And she had no other choice but to follow, founding the three men on the second floor trying not to laugh at the interaction, where the brothers ended up focusing on something else very quickly. On how the two approached them with pretty dresses, hair and nails done, and calm expressions, where what stood out the most was a glossy lipstick in the blonde’s case and a boot on the brunnette�� left leg.

“Would you look at that” Jasper talked softly to his date “You look beautiful, my love. And with the dress you wanted”

The blonde girl smiled, slightly blushing at his first words, and also excited to note that he remembered what she wanted. Because she had been talking about it for several days with Alice, the creator of the pretty white dress she was wearing, with handmade fabric butterflies in light blue. Although, if he had to be honest, the first thing that crossed his mind when he saw the white tone was the wedding he had planned 100 years ago, when he didn't even know her.

She had him wrapped around her little finger.

Even before meeting her, apparently.

“She made it like I wanted it”

She accepted his hand to go down the last step, letting him twirl her around to appreciate how she looked. They both seemed very much in their own world, but even like that, they could feel the the awkwardness between Charlie and Edward. It was no surprise that she ended up giggling at the scenary, leaning lightly against her date’s chest, looking up and at him like she didn’t care about the rest.

“I'll take care of her, Chief Swan”

Oh, sweet, innocent Edward.

“Yes, sure” the man looked at him ”I've heard that before”

Charlie didn’t like him one bit.

Almost like his oldest daughter.

“We will be leaving” Jasper said with amusement  ”I'll have her safe later on, Charlie”

“That, I do believe”

The blonde sister ended up laughing helplessly, not only at the fact that he let him call him by a nick name, but also about the fact that he believed him about keeping her safe. Which, even if she had no idea of it, was true. Because Jasper was ready to kill anyone if it meant he would save her.

“Oh sweet lord” she look Edward’s way with a smirk ”It's a family thing, buddy. We just don't like you at all”

Edward rolled his eyes but couldn't refute anything, because both -she and Charlie- didn't really seem to like him. Of course, he couldn't say anything, because his brother winked at him in amusement before grabbing his girlfriend's hand and pulling her out of there, preventing them from killing each other before the dance.

“Let's go, pretty girl”

“You never let me go against Edward” she whinned a bit but followed him nontheless “I swear I can take him down, no problem”

“Oh, that I know, honey”

Jasper did knew she could kill his brother.

That’s why he never let her go against him.

[blac-ivy]

Bitches complain about fandoms being dead but don't post about it themselves. Or even encourage the 4 or 5 writers breaking their backs carrying that fandom, with a like, a reblog or comment. You just want to consume the work and energy of others and can't even replenish their energy by showing your appreciation. The very least you can do for someone who provides entertainment or comfort or joy through their posts is give them a little ❤️

[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."

[sirius-blacks-eyeliner]

Jasper, Jasper, Jasper.

Summary: (Y/N) Clearwater LOATHES the Cullens, especially the honey-blonde one, what happens when the wolves and vampires need to work together?

Jasper Hale x wolf!Clearwater!fem!reader

Enemies to lovers

(Y/N) is described to have black hair

Based on this request:)) (no smut tho all explained to the person who requested it)

A/N: I hope you enjoy it lovely! (Not proofread I might later)

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"Does anyone know what this meeting's about? Sam seemed really worried over the phone." Jared asked as Leah and (Y/N) sat down at the table at the Uley residence.

Sam had called every single one of the pack members to come have an emergency pack-meeting to discuss some of the recent events surrounding the Cullens, vampires that lived close to the Quileute border.

Emily was already home, and by the smell of it she was making muffins. The green apron she wore fitted nicely with her tan skin as she flitted around the small, but comfortable kitchen that belonged to her and Sam.

At the small dining table were six shifters already squeezed around, Jacob, Paul, Jared, Embry, Quil and Seth. Their broad bodies barely fitting the round, wooden table.

Seth rose from his seat on the olive-colored chairs to run to the living room and grab two more chaurs for his sisters after having cheerily greeted them. He, like all the other boys, was shirtless and merely wearing shorts. Summertime was approaching and that combined with the already raised body temperature of the wolves they were like ovens 24/7.

"Didn't Sam say something about the vamps?" Asked Embry as Seth returned with two chairs.

"Thanks, Seth." mumbled (Y/N) with a small smile as she sat down on one of the chairs, Leah beside her.

"Maybe the redhead we've been chasing for weeks now!" Quil exclaimed, pumped as he always was.

"Maybe it's about Jacob's girlfriend," she then teased, narrowing her eyes playfully at the boy that sat across from her. The other wolves howled with laughter while slapping Jacob on the back and bouncing in their seats.

"Now, now, don't tease your brother, (Y/N), you know we don't choose who we love," Emily light-heartedly scolded, a smile clearly evident in her tone as she brought the steaming blueberry muffins over to the table.

(Y/N) just shrugged her shoulders with a grin while leaning back in her chair. "He's not even her imprint. He should wait it out for a better one."

Howling laughter erupted from the table again as Jared and Paul swiftly leaned forward to take a muffin from the bowl that held at least a fes dozen.

Emily reacred quickly to that, pulling a spatula out of her apron and smacking both the wolves on the hand with it. "Uh, uh, ladies first," she chastised while gesturing towards Leah and (Y/N) with her spatula, "your brother will be home any second now."

And, before the words left her mouth, as if she had predicted it, Sam entered the house through the back door, clad in only cargo shorts.

"Everyone present?" His deep voice sounded through the room after he had greeted Emily with a kiss on the cheek. The wolves replied with an affirmative chorus of 'yes'.

"Good. Now, I've called this meeting to discuss some pressing matters with you." Sam grabbed a chair and sat down with his pack.

"The redhead vamp we've been looking for-" Embry handed Quil five bucks, "-the Cullens claim they know when and where she'll be and have asked of us to come help them try and catch her."

"Where?" (Y/N) asked thoughtfully before biting in her delicious muffin.

"Near the treaty line around eleven in the evening. Tonight." Sam replied.

"Are we going to be there?" Jacob asked, but they all already knew the answer.

"Yes, any chance we get to catch that woman before she kills even more," Sam said affirmitave, "We leave at 09:30 and patrol the surrounding grounds until she's said to appear. Is that understood?" And the wolves all nodded.

"How can we trust the vampires are telling the truth?" Jared skeptically asked.

"And why did they not tell us before?" (Y/N) added, running a hand through her black hair.

"We have no reason not to trust them. They have not broken the Treaty once in the few years they've been here and we should appreciate that." Was Sam's reply.

"Now, eat up everyone, we need to be energized for tonight."

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And so, there the wolves were, near the treaty line as discussed with the vampires. All had shifted into their wolves and were now just standing around, waiting for the signal of the redheaded vampire that had caused them such peril.

(Y/N) could hear all her pack-mates' thoughts cloud her mind. The connection could get frustrating at times, yes, but it came in handy when needed most. Like at that moment, Paul, who had the best nose, picked up on the stench that usually emitted from the vampire they had been searching for for so long.

"She's reaching the treaty line! Follow!" Sam thundered through their heads while taking a leap forwards. All the other wolves scrambled to get behind him, unable to disobey his direct command.

(Y/N) indeed then caught a whiff of the vampires, Cullens and redhead alike. They stunk like dead bodies and dust, but one scent like sandalwood stood out remarkably. Already hearing the teasing from her brothers in her mind, she quickly pushed the thought out and focused on the vampire that now crossed the treaty line into Quileute land. Jared leaped forward, attempting to sink his teeth into her porcelain skin, but she was quicker, and she grabbed him by the neck and flung him against a tree.

The wolves could all hear Jared's moan of pain enter through their minds and had to compose themselves not to turn around to help him up. Catching the vampire was too important.

"I'm almost there!" (Y/N) mentally shouted at herself as she neared the vampire, but she then jumped over in a whiff of red, crossing the treaty line cleverly and rejoining the Cullen side.

She played this game for a good while, jumping bacl and forth while the wolves and vampires took turns trying to catch her. Eventually, after having knocked out both Emery and Quil, she crossed the border towards Quileute land, being followed by one of the Cullens. The big burly one that was way too loud for the type of creature he was.

(Y/N) immediately jumped infront of the river, blocking the vampire from getting into their land, knocking him out of the way harshly with her snout. The Cullen merely panted heavily while staring at her, soaking wet from the river she had pushed him in.

"Emmett, come back up!" An interesting accent spoke. The blonde vampire, the burly one's brother. When the big guy barely reacted and kept intensely staring the wolves down, the honey-blonde one jumped down into the river, grabbing his brother by the arm.

(Y/N) snarled at them, revealing her pearly white, yet pointed and dangerous canines at them.

"I apologize for him, Emmett get back up-" but (Y/N) didn't hear anything more. When her eyes met his yellow ones, everything was over. She lost all composure as the only thing she saw was him, the Hale man that suddenly seemed as if he had a halo of light surrounding him even though it was in the middle of the night.

She saw him next to her, holding her hand, whispering in her ear. She saw a tree where they sat together, his head on her lap, a book in his. She saw herself, laughing as he smiled at her like she had hung the stafrs from the sky herself. There was only him. Only Jasper. Jasper, Jasper, Jasper.

The name rung in her head like a prayer and, without having even begun to comprehend it, she had shifted back, stark naked for she had left her clothes near the big oak tree to get back after having killed the redheaded vampire.

She couldn't even begin to consider covering herself as she sat there on the rock, staring at that man with her mouth agape. He was staring back, ever so confused as he tilted his head.

"What's... what's goin' on?" He asked his brother, who was still beside him. The other one shrugged, not knowing how to deal with the situation that he did not understand.

The wolves, who had all seen what happened in (Y/N)'s mind, quickly moved to gather her and return her to safety, far away from the treaty line.

Leah's wolf quickly stood before (Y/N), covering her from the eyes of the vampires while nudging her cheek with her nose. Jasper, Jasper, Jasper.

"Leah..." (Y/N) softly whispered while placing her hand on her sister's fur. "What just- did I-"

Sam returned then, back in his human form and cargo shorts, carrying a spare change of clothes that didn't even belong to (Y/N).

"Cover yourself, we need to get back to the house," Sam gently said while handing her the clothes, placing a calloused hand on her back.

(Y/N) took shaky breaths, her mind still swarming with that name and that vampire. A vampire! She, with trembling hands, started pulling the green shirt over her head with the help of Sam, who kept his eyes and hands respectable.

Meanwhile, without her noticing, Jared, Leah and Paul snarled and growled at the Cullens to force them away, not wanting them to witness such a vulnerable moment. It should've been a happy moment for (Y/N). Every spirit shifter dreamed of imprinting on someone. Finding the one you are supposed to be with. She imprinted on a vampire! Out of all the creatures she could have imprinted on, the ancestors had to have chosen the one she hated the most. It was even in her blood and culture to hate all vampires and want to kill them.

Her chest tightened at the thought, hoping that the ancestors had made a mistake and that she would imprint again on a lovely wolf of maybe just a human. Hell, she would take witches over vampires!

"Jared, she's too shocked to shift back. You guys go back, round up the elders. I've never heard of anything of this sort happening." Sam told the Beta, who nodded and jabbed at Paul's wolf-side before sprinting off.

"Sam?" (Y/N) softly croaked out. Her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. "Did I just-"

But she didn't finish her sentence. She couldn't. Saying it out loud would just confirm her biggest fear.

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"Then it must have been a mistake!" (Y/N) shouted in desperation. The elders and shifters were all gathered in the Uley living room. (Y/N) was the only one standing, now pacing as her confusion turned to anger.

"Do not speak of your ancestors that way!" Sue Clearwater scolded her daughter sharply.

"Why would the ancestors have me imprint on a vampire! I loathe vampires! Like any normal wolf would!" (Y/N) desperately exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air while sinking down into a chair.

"I mean, what do I do now!? I can't be with a vampire! That's Jacob's thing and I don't wanna steal that from him!" She shouted, almost ss if she was begging the ancestors to pair her with someone else.

"We all saw the same thing you did when you imprinted. You're gonna love the vampire eventually. Maybe the ancestors did it for a reason?" Sam spoke up, although it seemed as if he did not either know how to handle the situation.

"I will never love a vampire, Sam. I can't." (Y/N) softly spoke before storming out of the council meeting. Jasper, Jasper, Jasper.

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The choice (Y/N) had made to not interact with the man her ancestors had destined for her to be with forever, took an extreme toll on her health. Being so close yet so far from her imprint hurt her as mentally as it did physically. She was slouchy, distracted, her limbs hurt and she ahd severe headaches. And, worst of all (in her own opinion), was the fact that all her waking thoughts revolved around the yellow-eyed vampire. She avoided interaction with the pact as often as she could. Their relentless teasing combined with her self-hate did make up for an explosive combination.

Then, the wolves made a pact with the Cullens.

They would help defend Bella Swan's father and help search for the vampire so there would be a bigger chance of her being caught. (Y/N) loathed every moment she had to spend anywhere near the vampires, especially the one stuck on her mind. He seened to almost drift towards her, but she would push him further and further until he was as far as he possibly could be. Far away from trashing all things she believed in. Jasper, Jasper, Jasper.

Jasper, meanwhile, found out pretty quickly through his brother Edward that the spirit shifter had imprinted on him that night at the river. He had been so confused when the wolf unexpectedly transformed into a beautiful woman. Her curves all exposed to him, which he still would've blushed about if only he could.

When their duties would overlap, he would try to speak to her, but his throat was always filled to the brim with something that he could only describe as sharp knives that cut at him and prevented him from speaking.

Her constant rejection to his advances hurt him, wasn't she supposed to love him when he was her imprint? Was she not supposed to feel joy whenever she saw him? Not confusion and rock-hard hatred.

Eventually, he developped an agreement to how she felt about him. He stopped his advances, he refused to train one-on-one with her after they found out there was a whole army coming for them. He loathed her too, now. Yet his heart ached thinking too long about it.

Then, (Y/N) and Jacob had been summoned towards a clearing where the wolves and vampires would slaughter the newborns. She stood awkwardly behind her wolf-brother as her imprint stood just a mere few feet away from her, trying to explain the plan to the wolves.

"You're not fighting?" Jacob condesendingly asked as the vampires Edward and Jasper along with the human Bella entered the field on the other side at inhumane speed.

"What, did you pull a muscle or something?" He ridiculed with a slight eyeroll. "He's doing it for me, okay?" Bella told the wolf while grabbing her boyfriend's hand. Bella, Jacob and the vampire had some weird super-natural love-triangle going on. (Y/N) got tired merely hearing Jacob's thoughts when he shifted.

"Whatever." Jacob dismissed her comment while averting his eyes down to the ground.

"Just tell us the plan." Jacob urged impatiently.

"This field will give us an advantage in battle. We need to lure the newborns with Bella's scent but it needs to end here." The blonde vampire explained. (Y/N) almost collapsed at the mere sound of his voice. One that she heard close to never. God, how she hated it.

"Edward and I are going to go to a campsite," Bella elaborated while taking a step closer towards her boyfriend, "but even if he carries me, they'll still pick up on our scents."

"Your stench, however, is revolting." Edward said with a straight face as he glared at Jacob.

"Do not speak of my brother that way!" (Y/N) sharply shot back, taking a threatening step closer towards the vampires' side.

"What he means is that your scent will mask mine if you carry me." Bella quickly explained, sending (Y/N) a wary look.

"Done." Jacob immediately agreed, blinded by his idiotic love for the mortal girl and his need to one-up the vampire.

"This is not a good idea." The boyfriend then decided suddenly.

"Edward, they won't want to get anywhere near his... odor." The blonde one reassured while giving Jacob a look. He tried to put it nicely but failed. Jasper, Jasper, Jasper.

"No need to throw around insults." (Y/N) immediately warned while baring her teeth. One of the only things she had directly told the pretty, blonde vampire.

"Let's just try it, alright?" Bella walked over to Jacob.

He placed a hand on her waist before lifting her up bridal style. He cockily glanced at Edward as he said. "Eau de wolf, coming up."

Then he ran off, carrying the mortal girl securely in his arms.

"What did you want me here for?" (Y/N) asked when she was left alone with the vampires.

"You and Jasper are gonna make sure that our plan has worked by trying to sniff out your brother and Bella. We wanted a wolf-nose just so we could get a more precise answer." The gloomy vampire replied.

"Right, of course we are." (Y/N) sighed while starting to make depart from the clearing.

"What's wrong with it!?" Jasper exclaimed while catching up with her, angrily folding his arms over his... very muscled chest.

"I simply do not feel like interacting with a stinking vampire." She merely shrugged as they entered the edge of the woods.

"Says the one who imprinted on a so-called 'stinkin' vampire'. Hypocrit much?" He retorted, his accent getting thicker as he was angered.

"My ancestors made a mistake! I could never be forced to love someone like you!" She shouted angrily. Stopping in her tracks to face him. The second time ever she stared into his eyes, yet she had them memorised perfectly.

"Your ancestors don't make mistakes! I know enough about Quileute legend to know that!" Jasper frustratedly flung his arms around.

"I loathe the idea of ever being forced to love a creature like you!" (Y/N) yelled harshly.

"What in the name of all that is good and bad have I ever done to you to make you hate me so much!?" Jasper's voice rose now, and there was no way Edward and Jacob hadn't heard it.

"You're a vampire! I'm a wolf! It could never ever work!" She took a step closer towards him, overwhelmed by all her emotions and barely registering what she was doing.

"You feel hate when you are around me. I don't believe I have ever felt hate so fierce. I admire you, (Y/N), and frankly I do not give a damn about what you are or I am. Why do you hate me?" He firmly asked, also taking a step forward.

"I don't hate you. I hate myself for rejecting every thought of you. I can't handle not being close to you for you are my imprint, yet I feel as if my being a wolf and you being a vampire would never even begin to work-"

And then he cut her off. His lips firmly placed om hers in one smooth, surprising motion.

(Y/N) grunted while pushing him away by the chest. "What did you just..." but when she stared into his eyes. Those yellow eyes she could draw blindfolded and with her non-dominant hand. All logic and thought was tossed out the window and fell like a brick on pavement as she suddnly grabbed the back of his neck and roughly kissed him.

His hands hurried to splay along her lower back, diggin in his pale, cold fingers. Meanwhile, hers rose up to grab at his face, tugging him almost impossibly closer to her before starting to back him up.

"You are like a human fucking furnace." He mumbled against her lips as his back was pressed hard into the nearest tree she could blindly find.

"Sh... there's no need to talk." She whispered while grabbing the front of his jacket.

"God, you're so damn hot," he breathed out while reconnecting their lips.

Almost tentatively, nothing like how he had been kissing her before, he slid his cold tongue over her warm mouth, silently asking her for entrance.

She granted it with eagerness that had never been seen before. Burying her left hand in his hair and lightly tugging.

He groaned as the sharp sensation while pulling her hips flush to his, his teeth grazing over her lips while starting to push her-

"I thought I told you to sniff out Bella and Jacob." The gloomy Cullen's voice broke the groans and moans and sounds of kissing that filles the woods.

"We found a better pastime."

Jasper, Jasper, Jasper.

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[inky-writing]

Valentine's Day Headcanons with the Cullens

Carlisle

Carlisle would spend Valentine’s Day making sure you felt absolutely cherished and cared for.

He’d surprise you with a handwritten letter in his elegant script, expressing just how much you mean to him.

If you have a busy day, he’d offer to take care of anything you need—whether it’s running errands, organizing your schedule, or just being there to support you (not that he doesn’t do it every other day).

He’d plan a candlelit dinner for the two of you (despite not eating himself), setting the table with roses and a small gift he knows you’ll adore, like a piece of jewelry.

Carlisle’s kisses are gentle but lingering, as though he wants to savor every moment with you. He’d end the night by holding you close, whispering soft reassurances about how deeply he loves you.

Esme

Esme is incredibly romantic, and she’d spend weeks planning a perfect Valentine’s Day for you.

She’d surprise you with a home-cooked meal. It’d be filled with all your favorite dishes.

Esme would also decorate the house with soft fairy lights, heart-shaped candles, and fresh flowers she picked herself, creating a dreamy atmosphere.

She’d love to spend time reminiscing, pulling out photo albums or sharing sweet stories of her past.

Her gift to you would be something handmade, like a custom piece of furniture or a heartfelt art piece that reminds her of your bond.

Esme’s hugs are warm and enveloping, and she’d end the night by telling you how grateful she is to have you in her life.

Edward

Edward would compose a song just for you and play it on the piano as a Valentine’s Day gift. It’d be hauntingly beautiful, full of emotion, and something he’d only ever share with you.

He’d surprise you with a late-night drive to a secluded spot, perhaps a meadow or a cliff overlooking the sea, where you could enjoy the quiet beauty of nature together.

Edward loves giving personalized gifts, so he’d likely gift you a first-edition book of your favorite novel or a handwritten poem.

He’s not big on grand displays, but his quiet, meaningful gestures, like pressing a kiss to your knuckles or tucking a stray hair behind your ear, would make you melt.

He’d spend the day asking questions about your dreams, genuinely wanting to know more about what makes you happy. He’d treasure every word you said.

Rosalie

Rosalie is more into grand gestures and would plan an extravagant Valentine’s Day to spoil you.

She’d take you on a luxury outing, maybe a shopping spree where she insists on buying you the things you’ve been eyeing..

Rosalie loves giving you things that make you feel confident and beautiful, so her gift might be a gorgeous outfit, jewelry, or something that makes you feel pampered.

Despite her tough exterior, Rosalie is fiercely protective and would use the day to remind you how important you are to her. She’d open up more emotionally, letting you see her softer side.

The night would end with her pulling you close, running her fingers through your hair, and saying something like, “I’ll always protect you, Y/N. You’re the most precious thing in my life.”

Emmett

Emmett’s Valentine’s Day plans would be fun and playful. He’d wake you up with breakfast in bed and maybe a cheesy Valentine’s card that makes you laugh.

He’d plan an adventurous day for the two of you, like a hike to a secluded waterfall, sledding in the mountains, or maybe an impromptu snowball fight (if there is snow).

Emmett is all about making you laugh, so expect lots of teasing, jokes, and maybe some playful wrestling (which you’re not winning).

His gift would be something playful but meaningful, like a scrapbook of your funniest and best moments together or a ridiculous plushie that reminds him of you.

By the end of the day, he’d tone down the energy, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you, whispering sweet but goofy things.

Alice

Alice is the queen of planning the perfect Valentine’s Day, and you’d wake up to a beautifully laid-out itinerary for the day (color-coded and all).

She’d take you out shopping for a new outfit in the morning, then whisk you off to a surprise destination, a picnic in a picturesque location or maybe even a spontaneous road trip.

Alice is big on surprises, so she’d likely gift you something she knows you’ve been wanting, even if you never told her directly (she’s seen it in a vision, after all).

She’d decorate the house with twinkling lights, rose petals, and everything in your favorite color, just to make it feel extra special.

Alice is incredibly affectionate, and she’d spend the whole day holding your hand, pulling you into spontaneous hugs, and peppering your face with kisses.

By the end of the day, she’d have one last surprise waiting for you, a private dance under the stars, with music playing softly in the background.

Jasper

Jasper’s love language is all about connection, and he’d spend Valentine’s Day focused on making you feel as loved and cherished as possible.

He’d use his gift to subtly calm any nerves or tension you might feel, making the day completely stress-free for you.

Jasper’s ideal Valentine’s Day would be a quiet, intimate evening together, just the two of you. He’d light candles, set the mood with soft music, and create a warm, inviting space where you could relax.

His gift to you would likely be a leather-bound journal or something classic and timeless, something that feels like him.

Jasper is a man of few words, but when he looks at you, his gaze says it all. You’d feel the full weight of his love in every small touch and every lingering kiss.

If you felt hesitant or shy about anything, he’d gently reassure you, his soothing voice and calm demeanor putting you completely at ease.

[jasperhaleobsessed]

Hey, could you write either a headcanon, fanfic, or anything of the sort with the reader dating Jasper and meeting the Major for the first time?

If you need inspiration, here’s an idea: Maybe the reader puts themself in a dangerous situation after Jasper told them not to. Jasper turns into the major and gets really upset at them (not really upset, just scared that they could have gotten hurt). Reader gets scared and backs away from him and Jasper/Major realizes reader is hurt and immediately starts crying to comfort and help the reader?

Fear

Jasper Hale x reader

Summary: The reader puts herself in danger and causes the major to come out due to Jasper's fear but ends up scaring reader and they both comfort each other.

Notes: Hope you enjoy! This is gonna be a shorter fic than some of my others! Also this takes place during Eclipse.

Warnings: The major gets a bit mad but nothing bad happens practically all fluff 😊

Word count: 413

He waltzes towards you. You felt your heartbeat pick up. You were unsure what to think or what to say. What were you supposed to say “Hello Major I’m Jasper’s girlfriend.” Yeah no. 

Your POV

Jasper told you about him. About the major. You never thought you’d ever meet face to face. But today you are. The first thing you noticed was how different they were from each other. He stood straighter and held himself more like someone who works in military forces. You also noticed his voice was deeper and more rough than Jasper's smooth and calming voice. 

“Hello sweetheart, what do you think your doin’?” He eyed you suspiciously. He looked like he was trying to assess the situation or something similar to that. It made you feel a bit self conscious. 

You took a deep breath and tried to sound confident as you said, “I was just trying to understand the situation and that’s why I came.” You explained. You hoped he saw how that was rational and reasoned to you it felt that way but you were unsure if he’d feel the same way. 

And you were right. He did not see it that way. “Really?” He said sarcastically. 

You inched closer, hoping to reason with him. “Like I said, I just want to understand how your family and the wolves will take down the newborn army. I’m worried that’s all.” 

You saw Anger and fear in his dark eyes. But that didn’t ease your fear as he said, “You're trying to get yourself killed!” He yelled. You back away, you feel shivers run up your spine. You knew he was scared but you couldn’t help but feel scared as well. You looked away from him and shrinked away. The major looked horrified as he cradled your face. If he could cry he would be right now.

He kept whispering “I’m sorry I’m so sorry.” You whisper. You wrap your hands around him and hug him tightly.

“Don’t. It’s okay.” He was initially shocked that you hugged him but returned it. He held onto you softly trying not to hurt you.

After a few hours Jasper was back and he apologized profusely. You whispered only sweet nothings and you did everything you could to ease his worries.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, it's okay. You're both okay.” You leaned in and pressed a quick peck on his lips and pulled away and smiled softly at him. He smiled back at you caressing your face and you wrapped him up in a warm and loving hug.

The End

[4veslil]

Headcanons | Jasper Hale | You're a Newborn In Maria's Army

A/N: Just wanted to write something Jasper! Love this character so much and my first ever fanfiction (that I wrote at 14!) was an OCxJasper Hale! This idea is inspired by one of my longer fics but I was just antsy to write something now. That fic is still in the works rn because of my Paul Lahote fic Touch The Soul. So, really, this is a little sneak peek at the vibes of my next Twilight fanfiction :) Without further ado, please enjoy and make sure to request if you like my stuff! (Request link/info can be found on my Master List!)

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So basically you were a mistake. He shouldn’t have distracted that newborn while he was feeding.

But with hindsight, Jasper said your change was a happy accident.

When you woke up you were partially feral, with blips of control- you had strong morals though

Jasper would have to chaperone you during feeds- he knew if you saw a child or woman hurt you’d go ballistic

When you were in control he managed to find out you were the only child of a blacksmith

Made sense when it came to fighting- you were strong, he had to give you that

What was the difference between chaperone and mentor? Well, to Jasper, there wasn’t one.

He personally trained you with the intention of keeping you past a year

At first it was serious, but once you exceeded his expectations it became an excuse to enjoy each other’s company.

You would go swimming in the nearest lake you could find, stripping off and enjoying the water

Although you didn’t sweat, the blood, mud, dust and other human secretions dirtied you.

Jasper made a habit of chasing you around the lake with his stained shirt

You knew if he caught up he’d rub it in your face, “Get a good whiff for me” he’d tease as he straddled your hips.

You’d splash each other, dare each other to drink animal blood (you always forfeited though and would just play fight) and you’d rate the cannonballs you’d do

You would wash his hair, running your hands through the gold strands with utmost care

You weren’t very talkative unlike Jasper, always the charismatic, southern gentleman- it was easy to see why Maria claimed him

From fighting like you did nudity was no big deal, bathing was necessary and newborns only really thought about blood, it was no big deal

He’d always plait your wet hair when you’d finished.

You asked Jasper how he learned to plait hair, he said it was a vague memory

From then on, as the most literate between you, you encouraged Jasper to share about his human life before it completely slipped away

This was once you could hold a pen without breaking it, it took over an hour of tantrums to manage it

You only got to write three pages chronicling his human life- he couldn’t remember much

But that didn’t stop jasper from folding the paper small and keeping them in a leather pouch in his breast pocket

When everyone’s emotions got too much Jasper would trace the way you wrote his name.

The dress you wore after the change was stolen from Nettie’s old things, Jasper wanted you to have nice things

He would say thank you for being his comrade with new pencils, a comb, shawls and ribbons for your hair

Jasper was bad at expressing himself, he thought actions spoke louder than words- after all his charisma did make him talk a lot of bullshit

You would do the same with words, combating your quietness with a new compliment.

He would leave you always smiling while he left Maria renewed as her merciless-monster-of-a-lover

Jasper had to hold you back a lot from storming up to your Coven Leader and giving her a piece of your mind

After, you’d strop (as Jasper called it). Silent treatment was a given so avoiding him entirely was what brought you two back to normal

He didn’t know when that was, you’d just suddenly be there next to him like you popped out of thin air. You wouldn’t admit you had Jasper Withdrawals

Jasper would ruffle your hair with a smirk like he was saying ‘You done pouting now?’

You’d slap his hand away (thankful you couldn’t blush) and look up to glare at him, but his smile was what you really wanted to see. Your strange addiction

When feelings started to develop between you being amongst an army of newborns made it hard for Jasper to pick them up

It was a very confusing time, and with Maria breathing down your neck it stayed ‘more than friends, less than lovers’ for decades.

He would stare at you just too long and Peter would whack him around the head

Because of that Peter actually managed to beat Jasper in a fight- he’s always held it over his head.

When Jasper saw you attacked in a fight he was right at your side and vice versa. After one fight in particular you both realised how much you cared for each other.

Downside? Maria was starting to notice

He let Peter and Charlotte go at the price of taking you

It wasn’t easy but his promise to come find you settled your heart

“I promise I’ll find you. If not in a few days or even decades, know I’m still coming… then we’ll never part again”

And he meant it when he said decades.

At least the 80s were good for one thing- Jasper with a shaggy mullet was something you’d never let him live down

[bambieyedoll]

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

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.

[o-solemioo]

HIHIHIII 😼!! hru?

anway, idk if you write hc’s or not, but can you do one with feminine male reader x cullen family? like r dresses feminine (biker shorts, crop-tops, skirts, bb belts, dresses, his style is like coquette , etc,,), he’s a vampire, and he is close with the family (a haram for him maybe.)

if not a haram, a platonic setting where they see him as family and sees him as a son/little brother,,

hi anon,

i'm good, thanks! and thank you for your ask. i'm a bit out of practice writing headcanons, so forgive me if this is a little rough around the edges, and maybe a little cringey. (also again this might be a bit short as i'm still getting back into the hang of writing.)

you are loved,

๏siris ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

— headcanons; feminine male reader

☾ pairing: cullen family x effeminate!male!reader

☾ summary: just some headcanons

☾ warnings: 2nd person (you), polyamorous relationship(?), implied bi/pan reader, bimbo-adjacent reader, very flamboyant reader, reader gets hatecrimed(?), nothing inherently sexual but some slightly suggestive themes, not proofread.

☾ w๏rd c๏unt: 846

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☾ You moved to Forks when you were quite young, as your family needed to get away from "big city" life.

☾ You were actually able to express yourself very freely for such a small town.

☾ Even as a little kid, there was something just a little bit more feminine about you.

☾ And when you were finally able to understand yourself and your taste, that's when it began.

☾ The women's section was your favourite area of any store, and to you, it was just so much nicer than men's clothes.

☾ By the time the Cullens rolled into town in your sophmore year, you were regularly wearing skirts to school. You got teased for it, sure, but it all seemed to roll off of you. You were just so sure of yourself; so confident. And it drew the Cullens in like moths to a flame.

☾ Alice noticed you first; your style was so cute, and she needed to ask where you got that adorable purple top from. She started sitting next to you in class more and you could tell she started developing a small crush on you.

☾ You didn't mind her company, she was so kind that it didn't even matter. You studied and hung out at your house often. When she invited you to *her* house, though, that's when everything turned real for you.

☾ Esme and Carlisle just adored you, and while Rosalie and Edward seemed to show a bit of disdain, Alice assured you that they just needed to warm up to you.

☾ Jasper and Emmet loved to tease you, asking you whether you were a boy or a girl. not that they cared, they "just wanted to know".

☾ Life couldn't be better. You had a nice group of friends, good grades at school, and an impeccable sense of style, at least for 2003.

☾ Some boys visiting from the town over for a volleyball game found you, and they weren't as accepting as your nice little group. Everything happened so quickly that by the time you awoke, you were surrounded by the Cullens.

☾ It had already been a week. They were scared you "weren't going to make it", whatever that meant. You were still just waking up when Carlisle announced that he had no choice, and that you had been turned.

☾ Of course you were devastated. Your family, friends, everything, stripped away from you in almost an instant. For weeks, Alice was your only source of comfort.

☾ When you were finally feeling more comfortable, you moved in with the Cullens under the guise of simple roommates.

☾ Things began happening at random. Items of clothing started appearing in your closet when you hadn't bought anything. Your favourite music and movies would be playing whenever you were home. Eventually, you realized it was everyone trying to make you feel more comfortable.

☾ And soon enough, you were comfortable again. Your style as well as you became more effeminate than it already was with the knowledge of how easy it was to defend yourself.

☾ Rosalie was actually the first person to make a romantic move toward you. She enjoyed your confidence with your cotton candy pinks and your bows and pearl necklaces, and flamboyant personality. She couldn't resist and asked you out on a date.

☾ It ended up being more of a vacation to Seattle, with Emmett and Jasper tagging along. When they saw how Rosalie was treating you, they immediately knew it would be a one-up contest from that point on.

☾ When Alice and Edward finally caught on, it seemed like there was a new clothing item or accessory in your wardrobe every day.

☾ Luckily, it wasn't just that. Edward often bought you CD's and Alice bought you books. Emmett bought you whatever was available, usually bags and pins that he thought you would like. Jasper usually found the best jewelry for you, and Rosalie took care of the clothes, as your style let her experiment a little more with fashion design.

☾ You were one of the very few people who's mind Edward doesn't mind reading. Sometimes this can get a bit carried away...

☾ Jasper also enjoys messing with your emotions every so often, which has led to a few interesting encounters. But, when you're feeling down, he's immediately there to make you feel better.

☾ Carlisle and Esme mostly stay off to the sidelines. However, Esme loves to bake with you; not to eat, obviously, but fundraisers are all the rage, and who doesn't love a good bake sale? She's a kinesthetic learner, so it doesn't surprise you when her hands start to wander a bit.

☾ Carlisle can be a bit of a bore sometimes with all of his technical talk, but you always listen when he tells you about his day. He's willing to do whatever you want, too; and when he eyes you up and down every so often, you smile and pretend not to notice.

☾ All in all, you've found your place easily with the Cullens, and while it's definitely unconventional, all you care about is that you're happy. After a long time, you finally are.

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sorry for the long wait ! i got a bit caught up in life :/ but there should be a bit more of an influx in posts soon :D

[local-crying-boy]

Hey could you do human reader x yandere cullens as head cannons? it’s okay if not!

Ofc! I don’t know if you mean separately or if all of them, so I did both!

A/N: some of the characters don't have as much because I ran out of things to write and it was becoming more repetitive. Especially for Esme because I really don't know how to write for her

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ℍ𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 <<ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣>> 𝕏 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖!ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕤 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!<<𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚜 (𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎)

Edward Cullen:

Edward’s ability makes it easier for him to pinpoint who has an interest in you and who wants to ask you out

He uses it as a foresight into how much he needs to scare off said person.

It does also mean he’s usually in a foul mood when he does figure out someone likes you or not.

Don't worry though, he's quick to forget those idiots and their thoughts when you start talking to him. It makes him remember that they're not good enough for you because you're here, talking to him and not them.

When he is in a foul mood, though, he is reassured from knowing that you love him. However, he does need to read your mind for that extra step of reassurance since he doesn't want to ask sometimes.

Emmett Cullen:

Emmett is a big guy, so he uses intimidation mostly to scare off anyone who has a thing for you or doesn’t like you

Everyone in school knows that he's protective over you, he doesn't even try to hide it. In fact, he basically flaunts it around so everyone CLEARLY sees it.

He uses PDA to show off that you're with him, or have some sort of relation with him (depending on if we're talking pre or during relationship)

While in relationship, he makes your his arm is around your shoulder, holding your hand, anything to show off that you want his touch and he wants yours.

Rosalie Hale:

People are pretty much intimidated by Rosalie, or fancy her.

However, despite her beauty, her love for you never has (and never will) waver. Quite literally: everyone is looking at her, but she's looking at you.

Similarly to Emmett, she also uses PDA to show off that your hers and she's yours, just not the the same extent.

She'll hold onto your arm and walk closely to you, hold your hand. It's more watered down in comparison to Emmett's type of PDA

Basically a more subtle way off showing off to everyone that you're already taken.

Jasper Hale:

Another member of the Cullen Clan who uses intimidation to scare people off

people already think he's strange with the way he looks or, well, from always looking in pain. So most people get the creeps from him.

Not too much on the PDA, he doesn't ned to parade you off to everyone, but he'll stay close to you regardless. That's more from the fact that people are less likely to come up to you when your (not so) little guard is there

He feels a little less inclined to scare anyone off because he can feel what you feel and, therefore, your love for him, which means he is much more reassured that you're not planning on leaving him anytime for someone else.

Not like anyone is better than him, so there is such a little chance of you leaving him.

Alice Cullen:

Unlike the others, Alice is much more relaxed and calmer with knowing that people like you

She sees the future, obviously. So she can tell whether or not someone is planning on asking you out, meaning she has enough time to avoid that from happening, or just constantly remind you why you love her

She's extremely good at reminding you why you are with her. Maybe it's a simple date, maybe it's a massive shopping trip, maybe she's letting you ramble about some nonsense! Either way, she knows exactly how to make you fall in love even more.

She parades you off just like Emmett does, in her own way. While she walks with you, she'll have your arms interlinked and she'll make sure that your holding hands.

She's friendly with most of her family members, but there's a clear difference between her affections towards them and her affection towards you and that's how people know that there's something special about you and that you're out of bounds.

Carlisle Cullen:

Carlisle is more confident in being able to keep you in his life, and to keep anyone from taking you away from him

Maybe it's from his age, he's older than the others and therefore has much more experience in comparison to his adopted children. Meaning, he is more mature in his thoughts of 'keeping' you.

So, while the others focus on preventing people the around you from asking your out, Carlisle purely focuses on you. I mean that in it's whole, just you. He focuses purely on you.

He's a major gift giver, he likes trying to find out your likes and hobbies so that he can get you gifts that you'd be excited over or actually be happy to receive.

However, the is usually a certain look in his eye that you can see whenever someone gets too friendly with you. It's almost like he's debating whether or not to turn back on all of his morals just to get back for this one person who made a poor attempt to flirt.

Esme Cullen:

Esme is the type to less so focus on keeping you away from others, she, like Carlisle, is confident in being able to keep you in your life. However, this is more so due to the fact she was older when she turned in comparison to the others.

She's affectionate and caring, everything she does for you (obviously) is for YOU, meaning she takes in consideration how she thinks you'll react and, therefore, how much you'd appreciate said action.

You can tell when she has a certain dislike for someone after trying something with you because she gets passive aggressive with them. Yes, she's naturally a caring and loving person, but there are times where that side of her can easily hide some sort of aggression.

𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!<<𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛>> 𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚜 (𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚢)

They all work collectively to make sure that you are theirs alone, there would be such a slim, slim, SLIM chance of anyone getting in the way of their love for you.

Alice and Edward work together to make sure that they have an insight in who has an interest in you.

Alice uses her visions to see who ends up getting feelings for you and if they are going to ask you out (depending on the certainty of it, ofc), while Edward using his mind reading ability to figure out who has an interest in you in the here and now.

Emmett and Jasper are in the intimidation department, one mean glare to anyone after they decide to get too close to you, or too friendly, and said person is running for the hills.

Esme and Carlisle are both of the more loving and caring side of things (not to say that the others aren't). These two less so focus on scaring others away, and more so focus on keeping your love and affection on them and their family.

Rosalie is a mix, it's hard to pinpoint what exactly she does. She can intimidate anyone she likes if she puts her mind to it , but I personally don't see her doing that (might be because I don't know much about her...), especially since you'd have Jasper and Emmett on task.

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Masterlist

[foggyperfectionangel]

You left

Jasper hale x reader

Tw: sad and ed

Summary: after leaving with his family y/n finds out that Jasper as returned to forks.

It’s hard to think that what jasper and I was real when the last word he spoke to you was I don’t love you anymore, that was the day I felt my heart rip in two. When Jasper left it was like he was never there to begin with and everything began going back to how it was before I knew him, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t want to talk to anyone all I ever did these days was lay in bed and stare at the ceiling praying that it was just some bad dream that I could wake up from.

I knew Bella was having a hard time as well but I couldn’t bring myself to visit her because before because I didn’t want another reminder that the Cullens was gone and Jasper the only person able to drag you from the dark place of my own mind. Jasper was the one who got me to eat again and now I don’t even have the energy to cry.

Im sick of being alone in my sadness so I went to see Bella maybe she could cheer me up a little bit she seemed a bit happier since she started spending time with Jacob. Charlie let me into the house he seemed glad to see me again, I walked to Bella’s room when I heard talking from behind the door I thought it was Jacob. I open the door and my heart shatters seeing Edward sitting on the bed with Bella.

‘Your back’ the mumble words are all I could get out before both of them rushes over to me

‘Y/n….’ Bella starts but I cut her off and look and Edward ‘are the others back?’ I ask trying to hide the tears in my eyes.

‘Yes’ that one word feels like my heart is being put through a paper shredder ‘how long’ I look up at Edward tears staining my cheeks.

‘A few weeks’ those words send me over the edge as a walk down stairs as fast as I can needing to get out of there my whole world feels like it’s caving in on me and I can’t handle it. I held on to hope all this time that Jasper still loved me that he was trying to protect me from himself but now he doesn’t want me at all anymore he couldn’t even let me know that he was back.

I rush home and snuggle into my bed tear streaming down my face as I sob feeling worse then I did when Jasper left me.

I wake up to a cold hand running down my cheek, slowly my eyes flutter open and I see pale skin and blonde hair ‘hi darlin’ the smooth southern draw of jaspers words make my heart flutter as tears well in my eyes.

‘Jasper?’ I ask as rise to my feet and stand in front of him.

‘Yes sugar’ he reaches to wipe my tears but before his hand can reach my face again I smack it away as jaspers eyes go wide in shock.

‘You left’ I sob ‘you said you don’t love me’ Jasper pulls me into his arm ‘shhh I’m here now’ i struggle to get out of his grip ignoring his words as I cry.

‘Y/n look at me…. Please darling’ I stop fighting when him and look into his eyes watching as they good wide seeing how thin and pale I’ve become.

‘I love you but it was the only way you would let me go but please y/n give me a second chance’ a sob leaves my mouth as Jasper picks me up in his cold arm and puts me in bed cuddling me.

‘Sugar I need you to listen to me ok’ is firm voice worries me as he stares into my eyes ‘I know you don’t want to eat so we will sleep for tonight and in the morning I’ll go buy all your favourite foods and I’ll show how sorry I am for leaving you y/n I love you’ before I can respond Jasper pulls me into a passionate kiss pouring all of his feelings of sorrow and regret into it as he pulls away he strokes my hair and doesn’t leave my side as I fall back asleep.

[ddoralaexplorer]

Chapter one- The Cactus and the Truck

Love is just an idea; it’s not real. Love is a myth— a pretty lie people tell themselves to feel less alone. It never made sense to me that people can meet and stay by each other’s sides. It just can’t be, not for me at least. Going from loving someone deeply to forgetting about them the next day. There’s nothing in this forsaken world that can make me change my mind; nothing can make me think that love is real. And yet, everyone’s obsessed with it. Like being adored is the key to survival. I don’t get it. I don’t need anyone. I like being alone.

Most days, at least.

There are moments— quiet ones— loneliness creeps in. But I’d rather sit with it than chase something fake. I have my books. I have my dad. That’s enough.

Renee, my mother left my dad when my sister Bella was an infant. She didn't even know she was pregnant with me yet.

For years, Bella and I spent holidays and school breaks visiting our dad in Washington. Unlike her, I grew to love it here. The gray skies, the rain, the quiet. Phoenix was nothing but dry heat and blinding sun— miserable. When I was five, I threw the tantrum of my life. I begged, screamed, and refused to leave until Renee finally gave in. She let me stay with Charlie, thinking I’d regret it. That I’d eventually come crawling back.

I never did.

Sure, I didn't get to grow up with Bella. And yeah, sometimes I wonder what it would’ve been like if we had stayed together. But I don’t regret my choice.

Everything was perfect, my life was perfect. Simple. Me and my dad. Just us.

I never minded being alone. It wasn’t loneliness— it was peace. My dad understood that. He wasn’t the overbearing, emotional type, and I liked that about him. We had our routine, our little traditions. Sunday fundays, as I called them. Just the two of us on the couch, watching old movies, eating take out. I never wanted anything more.

The soft, fading light cast a glow on my bedroom walls, mixing with the crisp scent of rain drifting in from my cracked window. Perfect evening. A good book, cool Forks air, and music humming softly from my laptop— what more can I ask for? I curled up on my window seat, flipping through Crime and Punishment, when a knock interrupted the peace.

“Hey uh, Ves?”

Charlie. His voice was careful, almost hesitant. Weird. My dad wasn’t the type to sound serious unless something was really wrong.

I frown. “Yeah?”

The door creaked open, revealing him standing there, looking— thinking. He had that expression he got when he was trying to find the right words, which instantly made me uneasy.

“Bella is coming to live with us”

It came out fast, like he was ripping off a bandage. I just stared. What? No way. NO WAY. Bella swan— my sister, technically— was moving to Forks? After years of barley tolerating this place? This is my home. My dad. Why now? It’s not fair.

“Is that a question?” I blinked at him, hoping he’d crack a grin, say he was joking.

Nothing.

“You’re serious?”

Charlie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Shell be here tomorrow morning”

“Tomorrow? Dad— why are you just telling me this now?” I snapped my book shut, finally facing him. He exhaled through his nose, lips pressing into a thin line before he stepped closer, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, kid” His voice softened. “She’s your sister. I just don’t want you to be alone anymore”

I scoff, shrugging off his hand. “I’m not alone. I have you”

Charlie sighed again, this time heavier. “I know, Ves. But—” He hesitated, looking at me in that way he did when he was trying to make sense.”You’re sixteen almost seventeen. You keep to yourself. You don’t hang out with many people outside of school. That’s not—” He scratches his jaw. “That’s not normal, kid.”

“What, so now I’m a problem?”

Charlie shook his head. “That’s not what I said.”

“I’m fine, Dad. I don’t need fixing.”

“I’m not trying to fix you, Ves. I just think it might be good for you to have your sister around.”

I let out a dry laugh. “Oh yeah, because we’re so close.”

Charlie gave me a look. “She’s family.”

“She’s a stranger.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Charlies face Softened, and that made it worse. I didn't need his pity. He squeezed my shoulder again.

“Just give it a chance”

I rolled my eyes, leaning into him despite myself.“She better not bring me a cactus”

Charlie chuckled, ruffling my hair. “No promises.”

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She actually brought a freaking cactus.

When my dad pulled up with Bella on Sunday, there it was— small, spiky, and cradled in her hands like it was a piece of home she couldn’t let go of. Seriously? She’s going to miss Phoenix that much?

Bella looked different from the last time I saw her— which in my mind, might as well have been fifty years ago (okay, seven, but close enough). Her hair was longer, reaching past her chest, and she’d grown taller. She was pale, beautiful, just like Renee. Me? I looked more like Charlie.

“Vesper, hey”

We stood there, caught in an awkward stare off, until i forced a small, thin smile. She hesitated, then held out the cactus toward me. I took it, feeling the coolness of her fingers brush against mine.

“…Thanks.”

It wasn’t a bad gift, but what was I supposed to do with a cactus?

Seeing her now was strange. It shouldn’t have been— she was my sister after all— but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was intruding. Taking up space in the peace I’d built.

Charlie carried her bags inside as Bella took slow steps into the house, her face flickering with something like nostalgia. She glanced around, taking in the place like she was trying to reconcile old memories with the present.

“Ves and I cleared some shelves off in the bathroom” Dad told her as he hefted another bag over his shoulder.

Bella barely seemed to register what he said, already making a beeline for her old room. Of course.

Great. One bathroom for three people.

I let out a quiet sigh and turned toward the kitchen, not bothering to stick around in the awkward atmosphere brewing between Bella and Dad.

I wasn’t in the mood for awkward sibling bonding.

Outside, voices carried through the damp Forks air, followed by the honk of a car horn. I stepped onto the porch and spotted Billy Black and his son, Jacob, standing with my dad by an old, rusted truck.

“Jake! Billy!” I called out, breaking into a run.

Jacob barely had time to react before I tackled him into a hug, nearly knocking him off balance.

“Woah, Ves!” He laughed, gripping my arms to steady himself.

Jacob was my person. We’d been inseparable since we were kids. If he went, I went. If he jumped, I jumped— whether it was into a lake or into trouble.

I pulled away and turned towards the house, catching Bella peering out from her bedroom window. Was she planning on coming down or just staring at us like some ghost in a horror movie?

Shaking my head, I turned back to the truck, running my fingers along its sides. it could definitely use a new paint job.

“Dad, this is a nice truck” I said, more as an observation than a compliment.”

Jacob followed my gaze but quickly turned toward the door as Bella finally emerged, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. She hesitated for a second before walking up, and Jacob— who was rarely ever shy— shifted from one foot to the other.

“Hey, Im Jacob” he said, smiling. “We used to make mud pies when we were little”Mud pies?

I stared at him. Of all the things to mention, that’s what he went with?

Bella blinked. “Right. No, I remember.”

I stifled a groan, feeling secondhand embarrassment settle in. Was this always going to be this awkward?

Charlie, ever the peacemaker, cut in. “So, what do you think?”

Bella glanced between him and the truck. “Of what?”

“Your homecoming present”

I snapped my head toward Charlie, then at Bella, then back at the truck. No way.

Jacob elbowed me before I could say anything, but I couldn’t believe it. Bella had been here for five minutes, and she already had a car?

I tried to smile, tried to act I wasn’t completely annoyed, but seriously? How was that fair?

I folded my arms and rocked back on my heels, forcing my voice to stay light.

“wow, Bella. Not even here a full day, and you’re already getting gifts. Guess forks isn’t so bad after all, huh?”

Bella turned to me, her brows knitting slightly, like she was trying to figure out if I was joking or not.

Jacob coughed into his hand, failing to hide a smirk. “Yeah, Ves, when’s your new car getting here?”

Charlie shot him a look. “Don’t start.”

I huffed a laugh, shaking my head. “Too late, already started.”

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“Come on, Jake! She just got here, and I’m already being pushed aside.” I groaned dramatically, flopping face-first into my bed.

Jacob chuckled, shutting my bedroom door behind him. “That’s not fair, Ves. Maybe he’s just trying to make up for lost time with her.”

I groaned louder, muffling it into my pillow. “Lost time? Please.” I lifted my head just enough to glare at him. “There’s no way you’re actually defending her right now.”

Jacob raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying, you’ve had Charlie all to yourself for years.”

I scoffed. “Exactly! I put in the work. I earned it.”

Jacob snorted. “Didn’t realize dads were something you had to earn.”

Ignored him, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling. It wasn’t that I wanted Bella gone, exactly. But for almost seventeen years, it had just been me and Charlie. Our routine. Our home. And now, Bella swoops in, and suddenly, everything is about her? Yeah. No thanks.

Jacob, of course didn't get it. Not when he’d spent his whole life hopelessly crushing her. Even as kids, it was always Bella this, Bella that. If anyone should be annoyed by her sudden reappearance, it should be him. But no— here he was, defending her like some kind of Bella Swan lawyer.

“Wanna come to La push with Embry and Quil?” Jacob asked, changing the subject completely.

I lift my head so fast it nearly gave me whiplash. “Yes”

He laughed. “You didn't even let me finish.”

I sat up, already grabbing my hoodie off the chair. “Doesn’t matter. Anything to get me out of here while she settles in.”

Jacob just shook his head, amused, as I shoved my arms into my sleeves.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“And you’re just realizing this now?”

He rolled his eyes and pulled open the door. “Come on, lets go before you start writing tragic poetry about being replaced.”

I huffed a laugh, shoving him towards the stairs. I had no idea how much things were about to change. If I had known, maybe I would have fought harder to keep things the way they were. Maybe I would have appreciated that last peaceful day a little more.

Because after this, nothing would ever be the same.