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Dating Jacob Black.....

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~ When Jacob first found out that you were his imprint, he tried his damnedest to avoid you

~ It wasn't like there was anything wrong with you❗. He just wanted to avoid another heartbreak 

~ And it was working until he realized that it was causing the both of you an immense amount of pain 

~ The first time you two official spoke is when your best friend, Seth, introduced you and Jake at a bonfire 

"Hey! I'm Y/N" 

"I'm Jacob. It's nice to finally meet you" 

~ And your relationship started from there😌

~ The pack welcomed you with open arms.... except Embry 

~ This man LEGIT thought you were trying to take his best friend😂

~ But don't worry, you and Embry are cool now 

~ Like people are literally afraid to mess with you guys  

~ Constantly reassuring Jacob that you're not going anywhere 🥺

"Y'know I'm not gonna leave you, right?" 

"Yeah... I know" 

~ BEAR HUGS💞

~ Jacob just loves climbing in through your window, even though he could just use the front door 😂

~  He also loves to give you small little gifts every once in a while 

~ Oh My Gosh!! I can't forget about how much Jacob loves your smile

~ He loves the way your eyes light up and crinkle when you laugh or smile up at him

~ Let's talk about how much Billy loves you tho 🥰

~ He enjoys telling you stories about Jacob when he was younger 

~ He also loves to show you Jacobs baby pictures😂 

~ Beach dates

~ Lots of bonfire nights 

~ Cheap ass pick up lines🤣

~ Late night talks about literally anything 

~ Warm cuddles

~ Cheek and nose kisses

~ Definitely a Self-Care couple

~ I'm talking face mask, lip scrubs, the whole shebang!!

~ Jacob has developed a thing for calling you Munchkin🫠

~ You're probably wondering who said "I love you first" 

~ It was Jacob..... Simp ass 🤣

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧- 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 ( 𝟐/𝟐)

▪︎ 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

▪︎ 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

▪︎ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 +𝟏𝟖 | 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯/

You're really goddamn stupid, you know that?" He says cockily, feigning his control when his pitch black eyes are a dead giveaway. The pupils are trained on the tear and the tear alone. The blood has begun dripping aimlessly down your palm and you hold it up to him, showing him his prize. Showing him everything he's been missing. 

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm crazy and stupid." You discard the letter opener on the carpet beside you. It clanks to the ground and you let out a little sigh.

"You can go ahead and bite me Jass-" You might not explicitly be on a nickname basis, but you figured now was as good a time as any to familiarize yourself with each other, since-

"You're gonna turn me." 

Jasper finally rips his onyx eyes away from the dripping crimson faucet and he stares down at you questioningly. 

"Why would I do that?" Some hair has fallen in front of his left eye but he makes no move to brush it away, so naturally, you do it for him… using your bleeding left hand.

"Well… because you're you. And self restraint isn't very you, Jasper." You tuck the golden strand, now stained lightly with your blood, behind his ear and you begin to trail your hand slowly down the side of his face. Jasper's eyes flutter closed and he leans, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, right into your bleeding grip. He turns his head sideways and inhales sharply.

"I knew it." You marvel at the boy before you. "Sure it was just a theory but- it all fell serendipitously into place: The absent days when it's sunny out. The deathly paleness. The untouched lunch trays." His eyes are still closed and he is still moving his cheek against your bleeding hand. He hums unintelligibly. 

"The ice cold skin was my final check."

"How clever."

He produces the first smile you've ever seen and the beauty of it releases a wave of endorphins and butterflies in your gut. There's a vague southern lilt in his speech that intensifies your body's response. "You want a cookie for that?" He has a dangerously gorgeous lopsided grin that, coupled with the gleaming, pointed canines that have emerged, leaves your pulse quickening in more places than your heart.

"What's to stop me from ripping you open right now? There's no one here. No one will be here anytime soon." He turns to look at you and you almost gasp at how severely sexy your smeared blood on his cheek looks.

"Give me reasons." He urges with his voice bouncing off the walls. 

"I need reasons or-" his eyes flutter closed "-or I just might do it. I will kill you."

You needed to maintain control. But in that moment you knew and feared that you and him were beginning to realize that your dominant reserve was slipping right through your fingers. It was your turn in the hotseat. Okay. 

You got what you wanted. Found out what you needed to find out. But all that came at a price. 

You try to keep your voice steady as you answer him.

"As much as it annoys you and me, Jasper, it is a fact that you wanna fit in with them. The Cullens." Jasper's eyes never leave yours as you continue talking. "You never really had a home so you plan on keeping that. Killing the bookkeeper would spoil their entire Vampire fucking sitcom dream family, Jasper. You know this." Your breathing is irregular and harsh and you look at his lips and oh god you need to taste him. 

"But you're still you, Jasper. Carlisle can't and never will change that fact. You're not Jasper Hale," You finally say, "You're Jasper Whitlock-"

In a blur and manipulation of time, space and all the little things in between, you've been transported with a swift dash across the room until you were being held by the throat against a bookshelf. The only pain stems from the sudden and rapid movement but the firm and unwavering squeeze on your throat, elicits a wave of lust.

"I'm done playing your little mind games." He's seething and he's angry and he's right where you want him. 

"Oh? But we were having so much fun, Whitlo-" Jasper squeezes your throat, eliciting an electrified sound from the base of your throat.

"What do you want?"

You let the first ever genuine smile slip onto your face. 

"For you to turn me, Jass." 

He pauses. Quite literally. Jasper's rapid breathing goes to a complete stand still and his form goes as still as a statue. You deduce that this is him thinking. He's mapping out all the possible shit storms this would conjure up for him and his precious family and you hold the will to roll your eyes. After a few stunted seconds, Jasper eases back again. 

"Once I start-"

"You won't stop? Jasper, we've been eye fucking this entire time. If there's one thing stronger than your need to feast," You lift that hand up once again, "-its your need to fuck. Vampires are immortal so they draw pleasure from the little things. The pleasurable things. That bulge in your pants can't go unnoticed, Jass, no matter how long you want it t-"

Jasper rolls his eyes, which comes as a complete shock to you before he murmurs: "Just shut up," before crashing his lips right onto yours. The kiss is not only electric but it's magnetic. As if you would not be able to pull away if you wanted to. And his firm grip on your throat keeps you there. It's strong and he squeezes as he licks on your bottom lip, coaxing the opening out of you. So naturally, you moan, and the bastard uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. 

You needn't open your eyes to see he was half-smiling into your kiss. That little nugget of information made you need him even more. During your kiss, you squeeze your legs together. Jasper hums disapprovingly in your mouth, sending his other hand down your thigh, urging them apart. 

"You can't do that." He breaks the kiss and says the words at a perfectly even breathe, meanwhile you were a heaving mess.

"What?" You inquire dumbly All too focused on his hand on your jeans to rather give a fuck about anything else.

"Pathokinesis." Is all he says before he ducks down into the crook of your neck, ripping the gasp out of your lungs by force. His large hand around your throat moves up to your cheek, rubbing the skin with his thumb softly.

"Don't do that." He says into your neck before venturing to flick his tongue out, licking the skin and driving you all too insane. You almost don't register his words but the weight of his revelation has you tumbling to your senses momentarily.

"What? So you can like-"

"Control, sense and manipulate your emotions?" He says, coming up from your neck. "Yeah." He says with a nod that makes his golden curls bounce again before he takes your mouth in his once more.

"What you feel," he mumbles in between the kiss, "I feel too." 

Yet another gasp strains your throat when you feel two sharp teeth graze against the skin of your plump bottom lips as Jasper pulls away. 

Have you really thought any of your movements through? 

What if sex with a vampire was fatal? You're about to spiral into oblivion before Jasper speaks up.

"No." He says curtly, and you're all too aware of the hand trying to push past your denim jeans. "You're not pulling back on me now. Not after everything." You're in awe of his words.

"Jesus, so you really can feel everything."

That life threatening smile again.

"Pretty much."

He begins to undo the buttons of your pants tentatively, almost meticulously, as if you were fortunate to have all the time in the world. You're about to urge him to hurry the fuck up but one of the shelves behind your head collapses. Books fall to a sad heap on the floor and the wood is snapped in tiny pieces. Jasper's hand was leaning against that particular shelf. 

Maybe he's not as calm as he'd like to convey.

"There is one thing," the buttons are undone but he's stopped moving his fingers. They are in fact paused on the lining of your underwear. The material is calmly in between his index and thumb, creating the sickest, most twisted need you've ever felt. You almost abandon modesty and grind into him right them and there. 

His next words however, have you almost wanting to keel over in grief. 

"I'm not gonna fuck you," he says with a sick smile.

"Why?" Its all you can manage and suddenly, you think the universe must be smiling on the irony of this situation. The encounter had begun with Jasper giving you one-words. 

"I think you're really good at getting what you want," he says, leaning forward and slowly, oh so slowly, letting his hand slip into the fabric. The graze of his fingers on you cunt alone making you almost sob out in need.

"And I'm not gonna allow that." He concludes before pushing his hand all the way in. Jasper does nothing but snicker when he feels the pool of wetness. 

Not commenting further.

"This is how this is gonna work," he uses his free hand to pick up your limp left one. The wound is of considerable size however, the blood is not flowing as much but it's still there.

"You're gonna give me this." He lifts your limp hand up and you comply like a puppet on a string. "And I'm gonna give you this." His fingers-the index and the middle,- flick over your clit, causing you to let out an aching whimper.

"Got it?" He's already placing your bloody palm against his plump lips and you're too enamored. Too enamored at the sight of his tongue sticking out and lapping at the blood as if it were a healing potent. You're too enamored to respond and he does not like this one bit.

Jasper flicks another finger against your clit.

"JESUS!" You scream into the empty library. Jasper, who's eyes were closed, shoots open and he hums disapprovingly.

"No," he says irritably, "Jasper. Say Jasper."

You're a drunken, sex filled mess. "Fuck-Jasper." He smiles, satisfied, before returning to your palm. You begin to grind into his fingers and his chuckles. 

"Jasper… Jasper please." There are tears staining your eyes and you're so completely torn apart. The thrill of it being at a public setting. The rain. The licking on your palm. It's too much.

Way too fucking much.

"Please? Please let you finish?" Jasper asks mockingly and a sob releases from your throat as your hips begin to buck into his hands. "You'd like me to let you cum all over my hand?"

"Please, Jasper. Please."

"That's a shame…" He replies, "I thought we were having so much fun." You do not even have the strength to act stunned at having your words being flung back at you, you're too focused on the fingers that have slipped inside of you and the hissing noise escaping Jaspers throat.

It's all so unbelievable. Jasper pulls back and hisses loudly. Your heart stops at the sight of his canines elongating even further but that all falls away when he sinks them further into your palm. Biting down. 

Hard.

"Jas.." Your completely out of it. The fingers slide in and out and in and out, searching rapidly for your g-spot, but in the very same breath, there's a sharp, bright and blinding pain in your left palm, letting the tears fall as they may.

"Fuck, Jasper! Oh god! It hurts! It hurts so fucking bad!" You're sobbing but his fingers inside you are relentless and his sucking, even more so. You feel like nothing but an object of his pleasure as your hand begins to grow numb. Sure he was bringing you to orgasm, the very same time buy you felt even that was for his own pleasure.

Never had you experienced a pain quite like this. This pain felt otherworldly. Diabolical. As if someone were ripping the nails right out of your fingers. As if you slammed the car door in on your hand repeatedly.

And the pain. God, the pain is white and bright, you fear passing out may be inevitable.

Jasper brings his head up, releasing his fangs from your palm but continuing his assault by licking and sucking on the two indents. "I know, my beautiful, beautiful girl," he says, "I know." 

The sobs stop, perhaps because you want to hear his voice. Perhaps because you feed on his praises. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he mutters unsoundly in between his licks, "So pretty, so perfect." You realize he's as delirious as you, his eyes are wide, gazing down at the madwoman before him with his own madness swirling in his irises. His lips are stained red and somehow that sets you over the edge.

"Jas?"

His eyes are red. Blood red. You gasp. "I'm-" You don't finish the sentence, already feeling your orgasm crest as you carelessly fling yourself over the edge. It hits you and you forget all about the pain. All about the blood. 

"That's it, my pretty, pretty girl." He encourages and your body is shaking violently against the book rack. Your eyes are screwed shut and you're rocking uncontrollably into his hand. 

In that moment, Jasper may have thought that he gained everything, but you gained far more. And when you come out of that high, once the fog cleared and the rain simmered down to a tiny, light pitter patter. 

You begin to feel… 

New.

"Welcome to immortality, Beautiful." He whispers in your ear with that recognizable lopsided smirk.

You feel… empty. Drained. You feel nothing at all.

"Population… You."

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯/

So inspiring 😀😁 Got this off of Wattpad.

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Fandoms I write for:

-Avatar(the blue people)

-Harry Potter

-Twilight

-Scream

-Criminal Minds

-The Walking Dead

-The Hunger Games

-Mikhail Varshavski (not technically a fandom)

-Suicide Squad

-The Maze Runner

-Charmed

-House

-The Last Of Us

A few more that I can't remember right now. Just request and find out i'll probably research the character and write it anyway tbh.

Title: Home with You

(Charlie x Reader)

Forks was quieter than usual, the persistent drizzle turning the town into a serene, misty landscape. You stood by the kitchen window, watching the raindrops race each other down the glass. The comforting smell of fresh coffee filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of pine that always seemed to linger in the air here.

Charlie had been out all morning, handling a minor incident involving a deer and an unfortunate driver's windshield. You smiled to yourself, imagining his calm demeanor and steady hand as he reassured the frazzled driver.

The front door creaked open, and Charlie stepped inside, shaking off the rain from his jacket. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and he offered a tired but genuine smile.

"Hey," he said, his voice warm and comforting.

"Hey yourself," you replied, handing him a steaming mug of coffee. He took it gratefully, wrapping his hands around the cup and savoring the warmth.

"Busy day?" you asked, leaning against the counter as he took a seat at the kitchen table.

"Same old, same old," he replied with a chuckle. "But it’s always nice to come home to you."

You moved behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and planting a kiss on his cheek. "I’m glad you’re home, Charlie."

He reached up, placing a hand over yours. "Me too."

The simplicity of life with Charlie was something you cherished. He wasn’t a man of many words, but his actions spoke volumes. The way he’d get up early to clear the driveway of snow, the quiet moments spent together over dinner, and the soft, reassuring touch of his hand in yours. It was these small things that made your life together so special.

Later that evening, as you both settled on the couch, the sound of rain still pattering against the windows, you rested your head on Charlie's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

"Do you ever regret moving to Forks?" he asked suddenly, his voice soft and hesitant.

You lifted your head, looking into his earnest brown eyes. "Not for a second," you replied firmly. "This is where my heart is."

Charlie smiled, the kind of smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. "I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too," you replied, leaning in to kiss him gently.

In that moment, with the rain outside and the warmth of Charlie’s embrace, everything felt right. Forks might be a small, rainy town, but it was filled with love, and it was your home.

And as long as you had Charlie, it always would be.

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I hope you enjoyed this short fanfic!

I have 7 posts in my queue, all set for fridays at 12PM (Noon) requests are welcome anytime and will come out at anytime, usually pretty soon after the ask is sent.

Masterlist

Keys = 💚-angst/comfort. 🩷-fluff. 💙angst/no comfort. ❤-suggestive content. 🧡-ambiguous

Request guidelines

Avatar(the blue people)

Beneath the sea's gaze (Aonung x reader)🩷

Waves of destiny (Tsireya x reader)💚

Echoes of the heart (Lo'ak x reader)

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Harry Potter

Nothing yet...

Twilight

Home with you (charlie swan x reader)🩷

Scream franchise

Haunted hearts and healing shadows (Billy Loomis x reader x Stu Macher)💚

Criminal minds

Unspoken words. Pt 2 (Spencer reid x reader)💙/💚

When comfort finds you (Spencer Reid x reader)💚

Industry Baby (criminal minds drabble)🧡

A cozy night in (Derek morgan x reader x Spencer reid)🩷

Resting in loves embrace (Aaron Hotchner x f!reader)💚

Domestic possession (Derek morgan x reader)❤🩷

Partners in every sense (Derek morgan x f!reader)🧡🩷

Shield of silence (Aaron Hotchner x f!reader)🩷💚

Tables Turned (Aaron hotchner x f!reader)🩷🧡 (pt2 for shield of Silence)

The Walking Dead

The shadows of sanctuary (Daryl Dixon x reader)💚

Bittersweet (Carl grimes x reader)💚

Mercy in the apocalypse (Daryl Dixon x reader)💚

A Fight for Survival (Daryl Dixon x f!reader) 💚🩷

The Hunger Games

Set fire to the rain (Haymitch abernathy x reader)💙

Crimson rain and golden sands (finnick odair x reader)💚🩷

Game of Thrones

Hearts Of Fire (Daenerys targaryen x f!reader x Khal drogo(slightly)🩷❤️

Divergent

Nothing yet...

Suicide squad

Nothing yet...

The Maze Runner

Nothing yet...

Charmed

Sanctuary in her arms (piper halliwell x f!reader) ♥️🩷

House M.D.

Nothing yet...

The Last Of Us

Echoes Of The Past (Joel miller x platonic!gn!reader)💚

Other fandom fics

Running Back To You (Pietro Maximoff X f!reader 💚🩷)

Analysis section:

Sydney Prescott x Stu Macher

Bella reached out and set the dove by his. She nudged it with her fingernail until it was fearlessly facing its flight. She slowly withdrew her hand to her lap and her eyes listed up to find him watching her.

Their eyes locked naturally like two puzzle pieces. The intimacy of it was suffocating.

"I'm scared," she told him quietly.

Jacob stared back at her from behind that unreadable mask then his eyes fluttered closed. He bowed his head and his words joined the whisper of the rain.

"Me too."

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—Chances by taoist elf

"Wherever you are—whatever happened—I hope you knew happiness. I hope you both did," I said, attempting to mention Jasper without breaking down. "You don't need to know every happiness in life—only one, if it's the right one. I hope you're together now and that you'll continue to make each other happy."

I wiped at the few tears that could no longer be contained. "I don't presume to know all the answers to life's questions, but I do believe in heaven. Maybe this mortal life was too limited to hold all the love you had for each other. Isn't that a lovely idea?"

I placed my hand on Bella's smooth stone and stood to leave. I wasn't sure if I would come back, so I needed to make my final goodbye to her.

"In my mind . . . on one level it seems cruel, but maybe this was the way it was supposed to be. Maybe you and Jasper were meant to spend some form of eternity together—young, beautiful, perfect, and in love—forever."

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Leaves of Grass by Nauticalmass

Jasper had said I'd given him back a piece of his humanity, that he'd forgotten what it was like. I thought back to the scars that littered his body, to the guilt that ran through him so deep that there may be no way to extract it. He was always apologizing to me, blaming himself for ruining my life and putting me in the perilous situation we were both neck deep in.

I wanted to heal his wounds, I wanted to pick up all the pieces of him and put him back together, because while he was very good at hiding it I could tell he was broken. Something within him resonated with me. We weren't so different, his scars just happened to be spread over his flesh instead of etched on his soul like mine were. He called himself a monster, but a monster would never have gone to such lengths to ensure my safety. A monster never would have said such beautiful words to me. I'd probably never meet another man half as good as Jasper as long as I lived, and I was determined to make him see that.

Above all Jasper thought I was worth it, and I fell asleep wondering if I would ever be able to show him that he was worth it too.

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Long Way Down by forthelongestday

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Hey, y'all! First of all, I want to apologize to those who have sent me requests. I am so sorry that it takes months for me to get back to you guys. On top of doing school, I really struggle with having the motivation to write consistently.

I feel really bad for those of you who have sent in requests and have to wait months for me to respond. I'm sorry.

With that put aside, let's get into why I'm actually writing this:

I currently have multiple works in the process of being written, but I'm trying to decide if I should just write Twilight Fics or if I should branch out into some other series that I like. (there is a poll at the bottom of this post if you want to vote on it)

If I do decide to branch out I will finish the Twilight requests that I have right now first, and I won't stop writing Twilight fics either. Right now, I have two Twilight-related requests that I'm working on and a non-Twilight-related idea that just popped into my head the other day.

If I do branch out some of the other series I'd write for are:

(The ones in italics I will probably only write for if someone requests them)

Marvel

Criminal Minds

911 (and 911 Lone Star)

The Rookie

Hunger Games

I'm sure there's more; I just can't think of any at the moment. Assume if I've mentioned it on my blog before I'll probably write about it.

I know in the past I've written fics for stuff like Victorious and Descendants and I wouldn't be opposed to writing in those universes again.

Oh yeah, another thing before I go, I have a Masterlist in the works (even with the cringy fics that I wrote in middle school on it) should I post it?

The most popular fics I've written are the newest ones and they aren't particularly hard to find on my blog, so I've never seen a need for it, but if I branch out into other series I guess having easy access to them is important.

WAIT I LIED- that is not the last thing. This is: I recently remembered a few years back that I reblogged a list of prompts, would you like if I included it in my bio so you could send it with your requests? (If your request isn't a list of headcanons)

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AHH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG!! You did wonderfully as always, I just want to say that I love this series and the way you write. You are one of my biggest inspirations and I cannot wait to read more! (Obviously don't feel pressured take your time please)

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?

Notes: oh my god it’s been so long, I’ve been eating myself up over not posting. I’ve been working myself to death, but I’ve finally got a long weekend off and so I used it to get back to what makes me happy - this story! Omg I hope you guys love it🥹 I also have to go through and update my taglist later tonight, so bear with me on that until I add it!

Word Count: 1500

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• April 3rd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Tingly.

That’s the state of my body this morning, the state of my mind.

Not only am I riding an emotional high from our conversation this weekend, but my dream last night… Good lord, that dream.

I can feel the echoes of his fingers on my skin, the coolness of his lips, the wet trail they would’ve left behind… the solid weight of what surely his body would feel like, pressed against mine. I can imagine all of what it would be like vividly, to be under him, to get carried away, to just explore-

“You alright, darlin’?”

His voice jolts me from the day dreaming stare I had on the locker before me, caught red handed. To make matters worse, that deep southern tenor questioned me inches from my ear, causing a blush to heat my cheeks to an almost uncomfortable degree.

“Perfectly fine, why?” I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I don’t have to face him right away.

“You do remember that I can feel you, right?” His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air changes around us.

My heart rate skyrockets, this is dangerous. His fingers flex against me and the death grip I have on this book in my hands turns my knuckles white.

“Jasper-” his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.

“I know.” Instantly a cooling, soothing balm blankets our tension and I release the tightness in my chest. Leaning backwards into him I just feel tired all of a sudden, like I had run a marathon. “Let’s get out of here.”

His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, “Is that a good idea?”

“Darlin’, I don’t have many of those these days.” His mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin as he shoves all of my school supplies back in my locker, shutting it and tugging me along behind him towards the student parking lot.

Jasper

Something is on her mind, something dangerous. Something I absolutely want to know, something I’m not sure I have the strength for, but I can’t help it - it’s her.

I’ve never been more thankful for an overcast day with no rain: perfect motorcycle weather. Come to think of it, my sister had a knowing look in her eyes as my siblings all piled into their respective vehicles as I straddled my bike this morning. A decision that currently led me to now: Y/n and I leaving school before midday.

Those thoughts I interrupted earlier have her quiet, but her emotions are raging and it is driving me insane. Curiosity, need, nervousness - a dangerous concoction begging to overtake my rational mind. Separating myself from her feelings is almost impossible at this point, she is so well ingrained in me.

Finally arriving at my thankfully empty home, I shut my motorcycle off and offer a steady hand to help her dismount. Swinging my own leg over, I turn towards her and lean against it, observing her for a moment with crossed arms.

“What?” She makes eye contact as she struggles with the chin strap of my helmet.

Grabbing the helmet by the chin piece, I gently tug her forward between my legs, “Tell me.” I lace the command with neediness to encourage her to be pliant.

And judging by the way her lips part behind the dark visor, the immediate dilation of her eyes, and the weight of her hands settling on my thighs gently, I might’ve laid it on a little too thick.

Chuckling, I free her from my helmet and riding jacket. By the time I finish, she seems to snap from the daze and her hands clench on top of my legs.

“Not fair, Hale.” Feisty this morning.

I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, “All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

Reaching to swat my chest, I grab her hand gently before she could injure herself.

Pausing as I hang my jacket up, her teasing response sends excitement through me, “Two can play at that game, baby.”

Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.

“What is all this?” Leafing through pencil sketches of my favorite hunting spots and pen etchings of my family at random moments, she gets to the important ones hidden below. Her breathing hitches and I know she’s found them, the ones of her.

Some are in pencil, some are in random felt-tip pens, but my favorites? Those are charcoal. A decently basic medium, but I feel like it captures so much more than anything else ever could. Maybe it’s because I use my fingers to smudge and shape her perfect curves and lines, but it radiates emotion in sweeping gestures and subtle shading - something that’s hard to capture with anything else.

“There’s-” awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and I’m on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. “There’s so many…”

I watch her carefully examine each one and I smile when she chuckles at a few - some of her at school, some of her here in my home, moments I not only committed to memory, but to paper.

“Now you know what I do with my free time.” I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they haven’t seen my drawings.

“Jasper…” I can tell she’s getting emotional, but a part of me is excited for her to see my innermost thoughts on paper, to see herself through my eyes - the unaltered beauty she contains.

“You haven’t even seen the ones I cherish the most.” Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. “The very first ones.”

Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. It’s the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.

“You were a vision that day. A beautiful tornado that wrecked my world, I tried to capture every detail from memory because I never want to forget-”

Her hand finding my cheek breaks me from my explanation and my eyes find her watery ones, mouth open, searching for words clearly hard to get out, “Jasper…”

“I love you.” My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time I’ve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. “I’ve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, “Say something, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.” Now it’s my turn to go wholly still. “I knew from the moment I saw you I’d never be the same, I was yours-”

I couldn’t wait another second, I closed the minuscule gap between our mouths to seal these confessions. I love her and she loves me. Me.

Tilting her head back slightly as I cradle her, I take my cue to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer carefully. Groaning into her mouth, fuck I can’t get enough of her. Trailing kisses down her jawline as she tips her head to the side for much needed air, her gasps drive me to lift her onto my desk.

“Jaz…” her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.

“I am a gentleman, but only just barely.” My voice is gravel in my own ears, breathed down the slender column of her throat.

A shiver from her causes me to clench my jaw and attempt to gather myself.

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman right now.” Her whisper damns me, it fucking sets me on fire.

A slamming door downstairs straightens my spine and my hands abandon the exploration of her. Fuck, my family’s timing couldn’t be better, but also worse.

“Honey, we’re home!” Emmett’s booming voice echoes up the stairs and immediately I know he knows, he can probably smell it.

Huffing, I help her regain her footing and straighten her clothes from the rumpled mess my hands made of it. I also take half a thought to smooth her arousal, a damn shame-but a necessity if we’re to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.

“Fucking Emmett.” Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.

“I heard that!” My brother’s response causes her to roll her eyes at me playfully and I shake my head, my heart weighing much fuller in my chest as she plucks its invisible strings with her shit-eating grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I HAVE THE FUNNIEST REQUEST FOR YOU (because this actually happened to me and I need to tell someone send help please)

I started talking to this guy on a dating app a few days ago. He's a little younger than me and normally I don't really date people that are younger than me; for context, it's because I had to mature really early on (it's a whole thing, I won't get into it). Anyway, I gave him my phone number when he asked and so we've been texting ever since; he sends me cute little 'good morning' texts, tells me that he hopes I have a good day, etc. (entirely different from my last relationship of several years - for comparison, it's like I was dating Jane or Caius and suddenly jumped to Seth???).

SO ON SUNDAY, I had been up all night trying to get roleplay stuff together and I stupidly went down to the mini Mart by my house early in the morning (still sleep deprived) to get some coffee, and before I left, I took a cute little selfie in the car and sent it to him. Well I was all excited from how cute the selfie was, and when I climbed out of the car, I LOCKED MY KEYS IN THE CARRRRR FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE I WAS TWELVE.

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I haven't told him about it yet ...

I also found out that he roleplays like I do, and so I gave him my Sideblog. And when he followed me, I followed him back.

And I completely forgot that you can only follow from your main blog.

SO NOW THIS MAN CAN SEE ALL THE WEIRD THINGS I LIKE AND DO AND SEND HELP PLEASE

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WAS FOLLOWING MY MAIN BLOG UNTIL I CHECKED MY FOLLOWERS BECAUSE TUMBLR DIDN'T NOTIFY ME????

ANYWAY, this is all a really long winded way of asking you if you could please ease my embarrassment and write something between Seth and the reader involving these situations and Seth finding out from the reader about it (because my embarrassment is great for writing and I think Seth would be so amused to find out he flustered someone that much)

Thank you for the request, Lovebug!! I hope you like this :) (I have no idea what I’m doing!)

‘Call me maybe?’- Seth Clearwater Headcannon!!

• You had just so happen to meet Seth through Jacobs 17th birthday party. The conversation was very tame, introducing yourself to one another, talking about up coming events and how you liked the small, yet fun party.

• Seth was going to leave early as he had his ‘studies’ to get to. You took your shot and walked over to him, saying your goodbyes and offering to stay in touch. You had given him your personal number- not your home number, which you usually did.

• Sooner or later you guys started talking… a lot. You guys had also just so happened to share your facebooks with one another over call, friending each other. A very new app, Tumblr, was also something you guys had used to communicate. Well, at least on a fake account that is…

• On a very uneventful day, you had came home and opened up all of your social media to see if anything had happened. New friend request on Facebook? Except. Checking to see if Seth had texted you on Tumblr? Nothing. You had went to your other account that was used for your silly likings. Such as books, or movies, or even just clubs! Your heart sunk when you went through your followers for fun.

• You face bad became at least 3 shades lighter than what it was originally. As if on queue, Seth had called. You stared at your phone before picking it up and flipping it open, clicking on the call button… ‘Hello?’ Your voice ran over the line. ‘You’re into ___? Never knew!’ Seth said over the phone. Embarrassed you were. ‘Hey uh Seth, I’m going to have to hang up. I only have a few more minutes until my minutes run out and I can’t call anymore.’ You replied, almost wanting to die. ‘Huh? You said you had bought some extra minutes like… 2 days ago?’ He said confused. ‘Talk to you later, bye!’ I don’t think you’ve ever hung up the phone so fast.

• As if death had taken you by the hand, you avoided Seth, every chance you got. Of course it broke the poor boy’s heart, but over time you both overcame this little embarrassing moment, and now your telling it at your 3rd anniversary with Seth.

‘When you know, you know’- Rosalie Hale Headcannons!!

• Rosalie had learned about you though Alice. Alice had seen you in a vision one night while talking with Bella, stoping in her tracks, smiling and acting all giddy like a little girl.

“Rosalie! I have something to tell you!” Alice had said excitedly, bouncing up and down in place with a smile plastered on her face. “Hm?” Rosalie replied, not even looking up from painting her nails. “I found someone for you!” Alice said happily, smile never fading. “Excuse me?”

• Cold hand interlock with a warm one. You had found yourself standing in front of the Cullen’s house, wishing to wipe yourself from existence. But with some dirty work- Rosalie had gotten some help from her “twin” brother and Edward- you were feeling much calmer the second you had walked through the door.

• Makeup off, hair in rollers, skincare products settling into the skin, Victoria Secret pajamas on and perfume lingered in the air, freshly painted nails finally dried as you two giggled while flipping through magazine pages like middle school girls.

• You have gaven Rosalie some of the humanity that she was missing and she was able to relive some of her life with you. Telling her stories from your life and all of the drama in the world. While you told her about your mortal life, she would tell you stories about her life before and about her marriage. She’d show you pictures from that day- she looked beautiful.

• Rosalie would be against the idea of you turning and would 100% go nuts if someone brought it up. She would only be considering it if you were in danger and needed to be saved. She’d be doing the honors however.

• Smells like Pure Seductive, pear smelling hairspray, and laundry detergent. She definitely wears cherry chapstick/lip gloss.

I’m sorry I’m literally begging you PLEASE to do HCs of Paul imprinting on a Cullen!reader !!!

Hi Lovebug!! I hope this is what you hoped for!! :)

‘If you walked in my skin, You’ll feel the jail’- Paul Lahote Headcannons!!

• He hadn’t known that you were is imprint at first, but once he found out, he would try to ignore it and make it go away. The only problem was, it didn’t go away.

• You had been uninterested in him, even more after what was happening between Bella, Edward and Jacob. You had found yourself watching them fight, with Jacob and his gang of friends in the background.

• He would stay silent, but these feelings would get way to overwhelming- crushing him whole. He couldn’t stand it. Anytime he was around you his heart would get heavy and sink, yet be all over the place in his body. The world would go silent as the only thing he could hear was he raging heartbeat. He face would get hot and his body would become heavy, as if begging him to let go and faint. He had to have you, Now.

• The way on how he told you that you are his imprint is pretty basic. While Jacob and Edward were at each other, he grabbed you by your wrist and told you straight up.

• To describe your love trip is enemies to lovers. But not the- ‘I’ve never actually hated you’ type of way, but more so a ‘You choke me, I drown you’ type of love.

• The love was forbidden, everyone knew that, but what’s the fun of following rules. You guys would pretend to hate each other meanwhile a little while after dusk you guys are in the lake, teeth clashing on teeth, you gripping at his bare shoulders as he has a tight hold on your hair.

• While it’s not 100% helpful, Paul will let you drink SOME of his blood. Only if you are about faint or desperate he’ll let you. He finds it a bit painful, so he grabbing at the nearest thing he can find. So I apologize if you walk out with a almost broken hand. He will most likely hunt for you so you can feed.

• You guys hate each others body heat, Your freezing body annoys him and his furnace like body heat annoys you.

Hey! If you're still accepting requests, can you imagine a Paul imprinted on a mermaid? Maybe she can get out of the water to see him or he can go to the beach to see her!

‘Everything that kills me, makes me feel alive’- Paul Lahote Headcannons!!

• To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He had only thought that wolves and vampires would roam around. So when finding out there were other creatures beyond the imagination of this shapeshifter had him shocked.

• He had been playing around with Seth, Jacob and Embry- running around, wrestling, kicking a ball around- he had seen you come up from the water with another person by your side. Your skin had water dripping from it, and your hair looked dry, not soaked at all.

• Your once fin/tail had turned into a neutral color bathing suit, adoring your colors and all. Hair, eyes, skin, and everything.

• Once Paul made eye contact with you, the wind that was once in his lungs had been knocked out of him with a large force. His heart pounded as he stared at you walking past him, laughing and talking with the other mermaid with you.

• Ignoring you was the best option for him, he would try to forget his feelings about falling for a “human”. But that one day changed, your classic love story. It had been a rather warmer day, while it was nice for humans, it felt like personal hell on earth for the wolves and their extremely high body temperature. He had come down to La Push to cool off in the water, with some other accompanying him. He had gone a bit farther out than the others. He had went under, than came back up to see someone swim up to the surface.

• You had asked him what he was doing, especially going far out into the sea creatures territory. Of course, confused, he informed you it belonged to the wolves and that there was no such thing as sea creatures. He believed that until he looked down and saw the shimmer of your tail. You guys had started to talk from the moment on, Paul being honest and thinking you were crazy.

• Days would pass and Paul would wait by the shore, hoping for you to come up- and you always did. You would bring him things you found at the bottom, shells, unique rocks, something cool that fell out of a boat and anything else.

• He has thought you were beautiful, something no one could compare to. A beauty that would have taken centuries to find once again. That night, he confessed to you under the finally not cloudy sky. He told you he imprinted on you, and that he cannot control it. Of course you were confused and a bit worried, but you gave him a shot.

• Everything went slow with you two, it took 3 weeks of dating to hold hands and than almost 2 months to go out in public together, 4 months just to kiss his cheek, and 6 months to meet his friends. He loved you and feared of losing you from how he acted and his temper. He couldn’t- more so wouldn’t- lose you. You were his, destined by design. It was meant to be this way.

• A year after dating, you had shared your first kiss. It was sweet, walking along the shore and talking about everything going on. He would stare at you on and on. You got self conscious for a moment, asking what was wrong or what was on you face.

“So- Paul are even listening?” You ask him, looking at him. “Hm? Yeah..” He says staring at your face with pure love and adoration. “What, is there something on my face?” You ask him again, reaching up to touch your face only to have your hand removed from your face to be met with Paul’s smile. “No, your gorgeous.” He says gently, taking your hand in his, pulling you closer and placing his free hand on your cheek. You looked at him, finally realizing this is where you wanna be as he dipped his head to place a small kiss on your lips.

Jacob knew he couldn’t leave you. He actually couldn’t. He loved you and he had deemed you as his imprint, his soulmate. It hurts him to see you cry, Mad or show any other emotion but happy. Whenever things were good and sweet, Jacob was like a warm blanket or warm house on a cold day. The way how he would care for you, check up on you and visit you when he had a few moments during patrol. He loved you, that was final.

emmett cullen + human!reader HCs??

Of course, Lovebug!!

‘You take the phone in your room…’- Emmett Cullen Headcannons!!

• A big problem for him at first is learning how to be gentle. He realizes really quickly that you get hurt way easier than vampires do, so he has to be careful when it comes to certain things with you. But afterwards, he’s like the gentlest person on earth.

• If you are a girly girly and love to doll yourself up, he’ll just watch you with stars in his eyes. He enjoys watching you do things that you love, even if it is just reapplying your lip gloss.

• When you’re sick, expect him by your side the whole time. Of course he’ll be asking Carlisle how to help you in every way possible, but he’ll say he knows what he is doing.

• For whatever reason, he will sometimes eat human food. He just does it. Especially if you ask him to eat with you cause you don’t wanna eat alone.

• The definition of class clown. He is doing everything and anything to distract the teacher and to see a smile on your face. He loves watching your face go from tired and bored to all smiles and laughter.

• He’s so over protective of you when you are some what close to wolf territory. Like if Jacob shows up to talk with Bella, he’s holding you close and keeping an eye on Jacob the whole time.

• He likes letting you win in arm wrestles. Even though he knows he’ll win without even batting an eye, he’ll still let you win so you can get the satisfaction of winning.