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I just wanted to let you know that I am WAY too hooked on Redamancy that I keep just being like I wanna read angst? Oh, it's time to read Chapters 14 and 15! Like, come on, how can you take these okay characters from a weird ass series and turn it into something like this? I honestly think you are doing better than smeyer did! I also hope that soon things get to chill out, and we can see some half fun times with Jas and Emmet! Stay hydrated and well fed!!!
Omg when I tell you this ask made my heart SOARđ Iâve loved this series since I first saw the movies in high school (I just aged myself, RIP), but I always imagined them⊠different than SMeyer did; Iâm re-watching the movies this week and I keep noticing what I wouldâve done differently. Also, sparkles? Youâll never catch me mentioning that lmao honestly I just take her baseline for the characters/story and make it make sense in my eyes. And honestly I think itâs just the difference in vibes from 10 years ago to now - what we want in romance, perception of paranormal (not that anything about this is realistic, but making it more believable), and having time to criticize the saga.
Jasper is my Roman Empire, he is such a complex character - they all are! They deserve better storylines and just more overall, I just love writing my thoughts with him. But itâs like a coin, the other side is the wolves - more specifically Paulđ oh my god I donât even know where to start with the wolves, thereâs so much. And I do have a doc started for Paul for after Jasper (there might not be a true and final âafterâ, but like once I crank out BD part 2) for when I can focus my energy on that instead of trying to split it with Redamancy, itâs full of ideas, things I wished we had gotten - especially with imprint relationships. Ugh and then I have that pre-vampire Jasper WIP thatâs unrelated to Redamancyđ how the fuck do people organize their thoughts to do multiple series at the same time lol
The last part of your ask Iâve been thinking about since I posted Ch29, do you guys like the in-between? Like, the stuff between the timeline events thatâs not in the books/movies? Iâm always so worried about those parts, because if improperly done, Iâm worried you guys are waiting for me to get to the point-to the shit you know is going to happen. Like the grad party, the newborn army fight, big plot points like that; versus the little injects like spending time with Quil, or Emmett, or readerâs mom, those things? I promise those little things have meaning down the road (some for the plot, some to just add angst/fluff/or to just fix SMâs holes) but Iâm curious about your guysâ opinions! Iâve definitely read some fics that have had plot fluff that Iâve skipped because I just wanted the meat and I donât want to bore you guys with that shit if Iâm not writing it correctly enoughđ
I also just love asks like this that make me think deeper about the story, because it definitely influences and inspires my writing lol thanks loveđ«¶
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, whatâs there to lose?
Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?
Notes: oh my god itâs been so long, Iâve been eating myself up over not posting. Iâve been working myself to death, but Iâve 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 itđ„č 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
Series Masterlist
âą April 3rd, 2006 âą Forks HS âą
Reader
Tingly.
Thatâs 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 wouldâve 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-
âYou alright, darlinâ?â
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.
âPerfectly fine, why?â I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I donât have to face him right away.
âYou do remember that I can feel you, right?â 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.
âJasper-â his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.
âI know.â 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. âLetâs get out of here.â
His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, âIs that a good idea?â
âDarlinâ, I donât have many of those these days.â 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 Iâm not sure I have the strength for, but I canât help it - itâs her.
Iâve 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.
âWhat?â 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, âTell me.â 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 mightâve 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.
âNot fair, Hale.â Feisty this morning.
I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, âAllâs fair in love and war, sweetheart.â
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, âTwo can play at that game, baby.â
Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.
âWhat is all this?â 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 sheâs 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 itâs 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 thatâs hard to capture with anything else.
âThereâs-â awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and Iâm on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. âThereâs so manyâŠâ
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.
âNow you know what I do with my free time.â I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they havenât seen my drawings.
âJasperâŠâ I can tell sheâs 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.
âYou havenât even seen the ones I cherish the most.â Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. âThe very first ones.â
Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. Itâs the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.
âYou 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-â
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, âJasperâŠâ
âI love you.â My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time Iâve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. âIâve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldnât have it any other way.â Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, âSay something, darlinâ.â
âI love you, too.â Now itâs my turn to go wholly still. âI knew from the moment I saw you Iâd never be the same, I was yours-â
I couldnât 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 canât 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.
âJazâŠâ her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.
âI am a gentleman, but only just barely.â 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.
âMaybe I donât want a gentleman right now.â 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 familyâs timing couldnât be better, but also worse.
âHoney, weâre home!â Emmettâs 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 weâre to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.
âFucking Emmett.â Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.
âI heard that!â My brotherâs 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.
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, whatâs there to lose?
Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?
Notes: oh my god itâs been so long, Iâve been eating myself up over not posting. Iâve been working myself to death, but Iâve 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 itđ„č 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
Series Masterlist
âą April 3rd, 2006 âą Forks HS âą
Reader
Tingly.
Thatâs 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 wouldâve 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-
âYou alright, darlinâ?â
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.
âPerfectly fine, why?â I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I donât have to face him right away.
âYou do remember that I can feel you, right?â 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.
âJasper-â his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.
âI know.â 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. âLetâs get out of here.â
His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, âIs that a good idea?â
âDarlinâ, I donât have many of those these days.â 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 Iâm not sure I have the strength for, but I canât help it - itâs her.
Iâve 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.
âWhat?â 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, âTell me.â 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 mightâve 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.
âNot fair, Hale.â Feisty this morning.
I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, âAllâs fair in love and war, sweetheart.â
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, âTwo can play at that game, baby.â
Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.
âWhat is all this?â 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 sheâs 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 itâs 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 thatâs hard to capture with anything else.
âThereâs-â awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and Iâm on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. âThereâs so manyâŠâ
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.
âNow you know what I do with my free time.â I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they havenât seen my drawings.
âJasperâŠâ I can tell sheâs 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.
âYou havenât even seen the ones I cherish the most.â Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. âThe very first ones.â
Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. Itâs the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.
âYou 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-â
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, âJasperâŠâ
âI love you.â My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time Iâve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. âIâve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldnât have it any other way.â Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, âSay something, darlinâ.â
âI love you, too.â Now itâs my turn to go wholly still. âI knew from the moment I saw you Iâd never be the same, I was yours-â
I couldnât 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 canât 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.
âJazâŠâ her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.
âI am a gentleman, but only just barely.â 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.
âMaybe I donât want a gentleman right now.â 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 familyâs timing couldnât be better, but also worse.
âHoney, weâre home!â Emmettâs 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 weâre to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.
âFucking Emmett.â Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.
âI heard that!â My brotherâs 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.
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, whatâs there to lose?
Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?
Notes: oh my god itâs been so long, Iâve been eating myself up over not posting. Iâve been working myself to death, but Iâve 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 itđ„č 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
Series Masterlist
âą April 3rd, 2006 âą Forks HS âą
Reader
Tingly.
Thatâs 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 wouldâve 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-
âYou alright, darlinâ?â
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.
âPerfectly fine, why?â I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I donât have to face him right away.
âYou do remember that I can feel you, right?â 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.
âJasper-â his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.
âI know.â 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. âLetâs get out of here.â
His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, âIs that a good idea?â
âDarlinâ, I donât have many of those these days.â 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 Iâm not sure I have the strength for, but I canât help it - itâs her.
Iâve 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.
âWhat?â 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, âTell me.â 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 mightâve 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.
âNot fair, Hale.â Feisty this morning.
I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, âAllâs fair in love and war, sweetheart.â
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, âTwo can play at that game, baby.â
Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.
âWhat is all this?â 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 sheâs 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 itâs 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 thatâs hard to capture with anything else.
âThereâs-â awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and Iâm on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. âThereâs so manyâŠâ
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.
âNow you know what I do with my free time.â I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they havenât seen my drawings.
âJasperâŠâ I can tell sheâs 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.
âYou havenât even seen the ones I cherish the most.â Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. âThe very first ones.â
Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. Itâs the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.
âYou 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-â
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, âJasperâŠâ
âI love you.â My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time Iâve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. âIâve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldnât have it any other way.â Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, âSay something, darlinâ.â
âI love you, too.â Now itâs my turn to go wholly still. âI knew from the moment I saw you Iâd never be the same, I was yours-â
I couldnât 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 canât 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.
âJazâŠâ her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.
âI am a gentleman, but only just barely.â 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.
âMaybe I donât want a gentleman right now.â 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 familyâs timing couldnât be better, but also worse.
âHoney, weâre home!â Emmettâs 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 weâre to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.
âFucking Emmett.â Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.
âI heard that!â My brotherâs 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.
I want to, but Iâm scared that it would make him too OOC between his hunger and demeanorâŠ
But the other part of my brain is like: heâd talk her through it and yâall? I canât get that out of my head *swaps over to my writing app* maybe there can be a compromise heâs comfortable withđ€
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, whatâs there to lose?
Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?
Notes: oh my god itâs been so long, Iâve been eating myself up over not posting. Iâve been working myself to death, but Iâve 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 itđ„č 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
Series Masterlist
âą April 3rd, 2006 âą Forks HS âą
Reader
Tingly.
Thatâs 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 wouldâve 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-
âYou alright, darlinâ?â
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.
âPerfectly fine, why?â I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I donât have to face him right away.
âYou do remember that I can feel you, right?â 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.
âJasper-â his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.
âI know.â 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. âLetâs get out of here.â
His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, âIs that a good idea?â
âDarlinâ, I donât have many of those these days.â 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 Iâm not sure I have the strength for, but I canât help it - itâs her.
Iâve 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.
âWhat?â 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, âTell me.â 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 mightâve 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.
âNot fair, Hale.â Feisty this morning.
I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, âAllâs fair in love and war, sweetheart.â
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, âTwo can play at that game, baby.â
Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.
âWhat is all this?â 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 sheâs 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 itâs 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 thatâs hard to capture with anything else.
âThereâs-â awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and Iâm on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. âThereâs so manyâŠâ
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.
âNow you know what I do with my free time.â I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they havenât seen my drawings.
âJasperâŠâ I can tell sheâs 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.
âYou havenât even seen the ones I cherish the most.â Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. âThe very first ones.â
Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. Itâs the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.
âYou 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-â
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, âJasperâŠâ
âI love you.â My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time Iâve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. âIâve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldnât have it any other way.â Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, âSay something, darlinâ.â
âI love you, too.â Now itâs my turn to go wholly still. âI knew from the moment I saw you Iâd never be the same, I was yours-â
I couldnât 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 canât 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.
âJazâŠâ her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.
âI am a gentleman, but only just barely.â 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.
âMaybe I donât want a gentleman right now.â 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 familyâs timing couldnât be better, but also worse.
âHoney, weâre home!â Emmettâs 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 weâre to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.
âFucking Emmett.â Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.
âI heard that!â My brotherâs 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.
Hey! I hope you are doing well I miss your updates âŁïžâŁïžâŁïž
Thank you for checking on međ„č I finally got a 3 day weekend off from work (itâs been 5 weeks since Iâve had more than one day off at a time, holy moly) and ya girl is finally finding her writing vibes againđ I watched Eclipse this morning (well, my night - Iâm a nightshift worker) and it made cranking out Chapter 29 so much easier. Also, this ask kinda kicked my butt into gear because I miss all of you guys toođ«¶
Notes: Holy fuck, itâs been a minute, but I think ya girl is back in the saddle! Well, Iâm at least trying to get there and since Iâm working on it, I figured I give yâall a little something-something. (I literally just typed the snippet this is from and I have no time line for this update, sorryđ)
Warnings: None, although this chapter might have some suggestive content because⊠well I have brain rotđ€
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âYou alright, darlinâ?â
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.
âPerfectly fine, why?â I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I donât have to face him right away.
âYou do remember that I can feel you, right?â His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air charges around us.
Life has been just kind of⊠meh. Like, Iâm so fucking tired all the time now. Seasonal depression hit in December and it hasnât let up since, unfortunately its suppressed my creative thinking for my story. My default for shit going wrong in my life is to just kill all of my emotions and my story was the first victim - I canât stand that I let it happen.
But I promise, Iâm trying to immerse myself back into Twilight by re-watching the movies and listening to playlists I created when I first started writing and so far Iâve gotten little snippets of ideas back! Iâm so sorry for this impromptu hiatus, I know how frustrating it can be to have a beloved story stop mid-writing, but Iâm trying! Itâs impossible to give up on that story line, especially with what I have planned out and the later chapters I had written in advance.
So no, I havenât given up on Redamancy and I hope you guys havenât eitherâ€ïž
Summary: Task Force 141 operates successfully without an omega, at least thatâs what Price has been saying since its formation. Two alphas and two betas balance the pack just fine, and they have the numbers to prove it.
It works for a while, until the Omega Initiative is born and the 141 find themselves having to adjust to the sudden addition of an omega to their pack. Fresh out of an institute, youâre hardly fit for their secretive, dangerous world, or so Price thinks.Â
As each member of the team gets closer to you, things begin to come to light, not only about you but about the decision to force you into their lives.
Maybe, just maybe, Price was wrong and the 141 does need an omega after all.Â
Pairings: Poly 141 x reader, Price x Gaz, Ghost x Soap
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, NSFW content, explicit smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), knotting, biting, claiming, mating cycles, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, age differences, military inaccuracies, canon typical violence, blood, weapons, language, brief torture, hurt/comfort, let's be real this is so unrealistic but it's a/b/o you're not here for accuracy.
Eventual smut will be marked by a *
(If you're interested in world building/explanations/lore, search up 'crcb lore' on my blog and have a scroll through some good stuff about this AU and the world it exists in)
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Divider by: samspenandsword
Part 1 - The Omega
Chapter 1 - The Introduction
Chapter 2 - Adjustments
Chapter 3 - Speak Their Language
Chapter 4 - You Can Be Useful
Chapter 5 - What I Want *
Part 2 - The Bond
Chapter 6 - One Step Closer *
Chapter 7 - Sweet Strawberry
Chapter 8 - The Thing About Ghost
I know this is CoD and not my normal stuff, but youâre missing out if youâre not reading her work! Love, love, LOVE this storyđ«¶
Head empty, no thoughts - CRCB is literally all I think about and Iâm constantly looking forward to new chapters. Youâre doing such a fantastic job and I LOVE IT. The different dynamics between the boys and reader⊠I know I say this all the time, but Iâm eating this tf UP. Major kudos on this story babeđ«¶
Aww thank you so much!!! It makes me so happy to hear people are enjoying the fic. I know I say it a lot but I do mean it. It really makes me genuinely happy and literally has me reconsidering maybe writing a book someday. đđ
It is! I think about it everyday and Iâm still writing, Iâm just stressing out over it. My personal life kinda went on a downhill trend in December and Iâve been fighting to get back to normal. I love this story so much and I have later chapters written, but for some reason Eclipse is being a tough cookie for međ« Hopefully Iâm back in the groove here soon, I desperately need writing to become my stress outlet again. I havenât forgotten about you guys or this story! Thank you all so much for the patience, Iâm so sorry Iâve let this beautiful story fall to the wayside!