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[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Four

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: Tooth-rotting fluff, cuss words, and… angst

Notes: I fell asleep after I decided to add a Jasper dialogue last night… I’m sorry it’s later than normal lol remember, I told yall Jasper has to make up for his being gone😌🫣

Word Count: 2373

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• March 20th, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

The weekend passed by in a blur, I spent it wishing I got more time with Jasper, but he desperately needed to hunt. So that left me with Quil, if he noticed my far-away mind, he didn’t comment, the new video game he picked up Friday occupied most of his attention.

Friday. I jumped off a cliff with Bella, was rescued by Quil’s ex-best friend, and then the object of my every waking thought showed up at my doorstep.

Friday was a long day, to say the least.

Which brings us to today - Monday. I have to go to school as if it were a normal fucking day, like my weekend hadn’t changed the trajectory of my life. Like my other best friend isn’t in Italy right now fighting to save the man she loves.

Slamming the door shut to my locker, I turn towards the direction of second period when a hulking mass at the other end of the hallway stops me short.

The blonde next to him grins, gracefully walking in my direction as if no more than the weekend had passed since I last saw them.

“Life has been rather dull without you.” Rosalie brings me into a delicate hug, the smile on her face growing.

“I missed you too.” The words aren’t much more than a whisper and my heart twists in my chest, they’re really back.

My eyes haven’t left his and they’re so full of sadness. The hallway empties out, but neither of us has managed to move an inch or look away.

Rose nudges me, “Go.”

A simple word, but the command moves my feet. It started off as one step and then two, but then I’m halfway down the hallway in a full sprint. Emmett takes one large step and then another before I fling myself into his arms, wrapping my own tightly around his neck.

“I hate you.” The words aren’t true, but this ache in my chest can’t be described any other way.

“I know.” His words are muffled as he lifts me.

“I missed you every day.” Tears well in my eyes, making it hard to see the grin splitting Rosalie’s face.

“I missed you more.” He argues back.

Safety, that’s Emmett McCarty Cullen. He’s strength and power and softness that only a man his size with his heart could exude. He is the definition of protector - someone that would go to any lengths to safeguard those closest to him. And just his hugs alone could cure anything, the hug of a brother who cares immensely.

“You left me.” The tremble in my voice gives my hurting heart away.

He clears his throat, “And I put him through hell every day for it.”

“He really has.” Rose confirms, full on smiling at me.

Emmett sets me back down on my own two feet, holding my shoulders in his massive hands, “Never again, I can promise you that.”

“Emmett-” I start, but he isn’t having it.

“Nope, we’re already late for class and I have some catching up to do.” Winking, he offers me one arm and his mate the other, leading us in the direction of next period.

• March 21st, 2006 • Home •

Reader

“Hey, you got a sec?” Knocking on the door frame to my mother’s bedroom, I watch as she turns off her tv.

“For you? Always honey, c’mere.” She pats the bed in front of her, her full attention making me a little nervous.

I sit and work up the courage for a few beats. “He’s back.”

“I know, I saw Doctor Cullen at work yesterday.” Her calm answer surprises me.

“I’m not sure what to do, momma.” I pull at her old bed spread, hoping for some words of wisdom.

“Well, you have options.” Her warm hands cover mine and encourage me to meet her eyes. “You can kick him to the curb since he dropped off the face of the earth for six months.”

“Or?” I ask, provoking her to complete her unfinished advice.

“Or, you can give him another chance.” A beat of silence while I weighed her answer. “You don’t have to do it right away either, you can ask for space to think about it. You can make him talk it out too.”

I process the possibility of cutting him out of my life for all of half a second before my heart tells me it’s impossible.

“Talk to him, I know you need to.” My mother has always been able to read me like a book, it’s why it’s so easy to get along with her.

“Why give me options? Why not forbid me to see him?”

Her knowing smile grows, “Because you’ll do what you want anyways. And no matter how much I want to protect my baby,” she lovingly strokes my cheek, “you have to navigate this in a way that heals that pretty heart of yours. I’d be failing you as a parent to not allow you to figure this out.”

“Mom-” tears threaten the corners of my eyes.

“Don’t think that means I’ll cut him some slack.” She jokes, but her tone includes some seriousness. “He hurt my baby.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Always sweet pea, I love you too.” She delivers a sloppy kiss to my cheek before reclining back to her previous tv-watching position.

Rising from her bed with a lighter heart in my chest, she stops me at her doorway, “I got your back kid, whatever you decide.”

I turn and give her a genuine smile, “I know, thanks mom.”

• March 22nd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Setting my tray down at the dubbed “Cullen table” I make direct eye contact with Edward as I stand before the siblings.

Don’t fucking do that again.

His face splits with a grin. “To which are you referring?”

Leaving her, leaving your family, going to Volterre with a death wish, you fucking idiot.

He actually laughs at my angry directive thoughts, the bastard.

You have people that care about you, you know. My eyes soften as his meet mine seriously. Including me. I’m glad you’re safe. And home.

He nods, unable to meet my eyes now.

“I’d hug you if you weren’t so adverse to physical affection.” Before I finish my statement, he rises from his chair to round the table towards me.

Shock roots me to the spot as his arms envelop lightly around my frame, my arms hesitantly wrapping around the tall Cullen after a beat.

“Thank you.” It’s whispered low enough for just me to hear and he’s returning to his seat.

Emmett’s jaw practically hits the floor, “You’ve never given me a hug-”

“Because your hugs are rather violent in their intensity.” Edward notates.

“But-” Emmett whines.

“No ‘buts’, I’m his favorite.” Sticking out my tongue at Emmett as I take my seat next to Jasper, the jealous vampire launches into a deep explanation of why he must be the family favorite.

“Thank you for starting something I will never hear the end of.” Jasper leans over to whisper in my ear as I grin at Edward who rolls his eyes.

“Glad to be of service.”

Reader

That afternoon I rode with Alice to the Cullen’s after school, something about an intervention with Bella and their family. And naturally, the curious part of me agreed to tag along.

The moment her car comes to a stop in their driveway, Jasper is opening my door and offering me a steadying hand.

“Do you know what this is about?” I ask, watching as Alice skips ahead of us.

“Not a clue, sweet girl.” He answers, leading me inside his family home.

His cool hand enveloping mine sends a pang through my chest, it’s like none of this is real - I’m just in some heavy dream. I’ve wished and hoped for their return with every fucking cell in my body, but now that they’re back? It’s surreal and I’m on edge - I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Standing loosely in a circle in the living room, our attention turns to Bella on the stairs, Edward looming behind her.

“You all know what I want. And I know how much I’m asking for. The only thing I can think of, for it to be fair, is to just vote.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Shut up.” Bella shushes Edward from his grumbling.

Bella is asking them to vote on her becoming a vampire? A slight tremble begins in my hands, this isn’t exactly a debate I’d wished to be a part of. I mean, what would this mean for me? Would we eventually have one of these for me?

“Alice?” Bella asks, opting for starting with the one securely in her corner.

“I already consider you my sister.” She surges forward to wrap her in a hug. “Yes.”

One vote yes.

“Thank you.”

“I vote yes.” The rumble of Jasper’s chest under the hand I have placed there stops my breathing. “It would be nice to not want to kill you all the time.”

It would be nice to not want to kill you all the time. The words ring in my ears and burn my chest, repeating.

Two votes yes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry to both of you for how I’ve acted. And I’m really grateful that you were brave enough to go and save my brother.” Rosalie’s next sentence a quiet confession within her answer, “But this isn’t a life I would’ve chosen for myself. And I wish there had been someone there to vote no for me. So, no.”

A breath, one vote no.

“I vote hell yeah.” Em spins her around in his excitement, “We can pick a fight with these Volturi some other day.”

Three votes yes, one vote no.

“I already consider you a part of the family, yes.” Esme happily gives her blessing as Carlisle steps forward to look at Edward.

Four votes yes, it’s almost unanimous.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He asks his adoptive father. “You know what this means.”

“You’ve chosen not to live without her, which leaves me no choice. I won’t lose my son.”

Carlisle’s answer is like a gavel being slammed down, sealing her fate, confirming what she wants.

Bella meets my eyes, even I can tell relief floods them as I’m sure anxiety fills mine. She’s going to turn into one of them - a vampire.

Jasper

After a few heavy minutes following the votes of my family, I turn to Y/n.

“Would you like to go home? It’s getting late.” I ask her, but her eyes are distant.

Immediately I gently probe at her emotions, but I can feel her trying to suppress them. I furrow my brow as I look down at her, why is she hiding from me?

I tilt her chin back and she removes herself entirely. Ice, I know as a vampire my core temperature is already low from the absence of blood in my system, but with her physical departure - it feels as though every ounce of warmth has been zapped from my very soul.

“I need time.” Her request is hardly a whisper and her eyes still refuse to meet mine.

Shock roots me to the floor, time? She’s asking for time from me. Not with, from. Away. Without.

And I must grant it to her. I’d give her anything in this world she would ask for.

I remove myself a step back from her even though my chest wishes to tug me forward.

“Emmett?” I ask aloud, not taking my eyes from her, he immediately answers by way of flashing to my side. “Take her home?”

“Of course, but-?” Curiosity tinged with sadness finishes what he fails to ask.

“Just get her home safe, please.” I step aside, forcing my eyes to my shoes as I clear the path to the front door for them.

Emmett escorts her outside and I swear, every bit of strength leaves and threatens to buckle me. I watch as the Jeep’s tail lights disappear down the driveway from the front windows.

“It’s the right thing to do.” Esme lays a hand on my shoulder as she watches with me, I hate the truth in her words. “She needs to process everything, we haven’t given her the chance and now this with Isabella, it’s a lot.”

“I know.”

Love. “Come here.”

I turn into her waiting arms, the overwhelming urge to cry hits me like a fucking freight train when her arms pull me close.

“She will be back, just be patient with her.”

“What if she realizes-”

“Nonsense, she’s hopelessly in love with you.”

I pull back to inspect her face, “What?”

She smiles at me in only the way a mother really can, “My son, trust me. Give her a few days, but she needs to know that love is returned.”

“How do you-”

“I’ve known since the day you first brought her home. I knew then she was yours before you ever figured out she was your singer, I’m a mom like that.” Winking at me, she pats my shoulder. “She makes you happier, lighter. It makes me happy to finally see that in you.”

Venomous tears make my vision swim, more often than not I take the fact that Esme mothers us in ways unique to every single one of us for granted.

Glancing down, I clear my throat like a typical male trying to avoid being emotional, “Thank you, Esme.”

“Dear, you never have to thank me, I love you more than you know.”

“I love you too.” I kiss her on the cheek, our talk having smoothed out my frayed nerves.

Time. I can give her time to think, to process everything that’s happened in the last week. But then she’s mine - she has to know how I feel about her. And if she wants nothing to do with me after that?

Well, I guess I’d give her that too.

But not until after I fight for her, because fighting for her is in my bones. Fighting is all I’ve ever known and it’s time I put it to good use.

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[cowboydisaster]

For the Christmas countdown!

Dutch sends reader and Arthur to find the perfect Christmas tree for camp. Reader says she knows a place near Colter. But they get lost, and what’s that? One bed? Needing to share body warmth? What ever could go wrong 😈😈 as smutty as you find comfortable to write behe

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pairing: arthur morgan x f!reader word count: 2.8k a/n: One bed trope is elite. love this prompt. Arthur is a little toxic in this one ngl. probably med. honor. I aint gonna lie gang, this is fucking FILTH. warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, dubcon

cowboydisaster's christmas countdown: FOUR days 'till christmas!

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Arthur kicks the old door in, nearly crumbling the rotten thing before sticking his lantern into the worn down cabin. No words are exchanged as he ushers you though the threshold, slamming the door behind you both. 

The storm outside is brutal, battering the sides of the cabin, sounding like bullets pelting the walls. Hail and snow beat down on the roof, carried by whipping, whistling winds. Even in your wool coat, your limbs feel like ice, your fingers and toes numb.

The cabin you’re entering is old and creaky. The wind seems to whisper through the walls eerily, letting cold air soak through the cracks and wrap around you. You shiver, walking through the main room, pushing open a squealing door to reveal one small bedroom with one tiny bed. You nod, figuring as much. It’s the only door in the house, so you avert your attention back towards Arthur, knelt before the fireplace. He's digging through the wood by the mantle, grunting and sighing angrily to himself.  A tense silence continues between you and Arthur– it hangs in the air like static electricity, and you’re just waiting for it to strike.

“Arthur, I'm sorry.” You whisper, arms pulling your coat tighter around yourself. 

“Kinda late for apologizin’, considerin’ our circumstances, dont’cha think?” Arthur growls, finding a few pieces of dry wood and tossing them into the wood keeper in the fireplace. 

“I knew where I was goin.” You argue coldly, anger rising up the back of your neck, making the hair stand. Arthur shakes his head, avoiding your eye contact as he lights a kindle. 

“Oh, you did, did you? Then you mind tellin’ me why in the hell we’re stranded in the middle of god-knows-where, then? N’ on Christmas Eve? Dutch sent us to get a goddamn tree and thanks to you, we ain't even got one.” Arthur growls, voice finally rising, even though he’s been trying to keep his composure since you admitted you were lost. 

“I– Well you got me all turned around when you took us to the trapper!” You yell, pointing your finger at him angrily, “I had us on the way and then you just had to take us off on some wild fuckin’ goose chase. What even was so important that we had to take an hour-long detour anyway?! How are you gonna blame me when you had to drag me across the state just to what?! Sell a fuckin’ pelt? Make some more money for old Dutch?”

“No!” Arthur roars, standing up from his position on the floor. His anger flares up at your ignorance, “I was savin’ up money to buy your christmas gift—to buy you that goddamn saddle you wanted!!” Arthur’s voice reaches a shockingly loud timbre, and your ears ring. You step back, shocked and mortified by your assumption. Words fail you, and you stutter over them, tears already forming in your eyes at what you’ve done. 

“Arthur…” You say, tears forming in your eyes as he brushes past you, towards the door, “Arthur, you can’t go out in that storm.” You protest, but he’s already putting his gloves back on, placing his hat on his head. 

“Arthur, I'm sorry. Please don’t go out in the storm.” You plead as he pushes the door open. 

“I need some damn air.” He hisses, slamming the door back shut in your face. 

Your hand covers your mouth, silencing sobs as you watch him leave from the window. You hear Sugar’s cries as Arthur leads Jasper out of the small stable, and you watch as the gray horse carries Arthur out the main drag, his coat blending in with the downpour of snow and ice.

— — —

You roll onto your side, shivering on the single cot. There’s no blankets, so you do your best to keep warm by curling in on yourself and blowing warm air into your hands, down your coat sleeves. Cold tears slip down your face, your worry growing tenfold with every minute that Arthur doesn’t return. If he’s not back within the hour, you’ll go out into the storm to find him.

You glance at the pocket watch that is clutched between your numb fingers, signaling that he’s been gone for an hour and a half. Your heart seizes in your chest. The wind causes the windows to shake and clamber, and every once in a while, you perk up– hoping it’s Arthur coming back to you. But it never is.

A miserable whimper leaves your lips, and you sit up, cross legged on the bed to steal another glance at your watch. The fireplace gives off just enough light to see, and you push yourself up from the bed to start pulling your boots on. You’ll be damned before you let something happen to Arthur out there, not when it's your fault he’s out there in the first place.

Before you can get your boot on, the door swings open loudly. Arthur steps in, shoving the door shut behind him, stripping his big blue coat off and abandoning it on the floor. You let out a breath of relief, tossing your boots aside to run to him. 

“Baby- I’m so sorry for hollerin’ at you. I shouldn’t have left ya here.” Arthur rambles, feeling like a fucking fool. You care none, too relieved to see him here. He holds his arm open, catching you just as you run into them, tears of relief flooding your face. 

“Oh, I was so worried, Arthur.” You exhale, crumbling against him.. Lucky for you, he’s always been good at piecing you back together. 

“Christ, darlin’, you’re freezin’.” Arthur points out, readjusting and scooping you up into his arms. You lie your head against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him, as he carries you back into the bedroom. 

“I’m sorry, Arthur. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have blamed you.” Your voice cracks. 

“Don’t matter, now. Now, I just gotta take care of you.” Arthur whispers, and you sigh with relief. He carries you into the bedroom, tenderly placing you down on the bed. 

“Lets get your clothes off. They’re wet, gonna get you sick.” Arthur says, worry deep in his eyes as he begins to undress you. He tenderly peels away each layer of clothing, hanging them over the fireplace mantle to dry. Once you’re bared before him, shivering, he wraps his jacket around your shoulders. It’s warm and dry, and it smells like oak and his favorite brand of expensive cigarettes. You inhale the scent deeply.

“Be warmer if I take mine off, too.” He whispers matter of factly, pulling off his own layers, sliding next to you in the bed. 

Arthur winces as you cling to him on the bed. Your limbs are like ice against his skin, and he pulls your back to his chest. His arm wraps around your middle, keeping you anchored to him tightly. Your body fits against Arthur’s so perfectly. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

A few moments pass by, with Arthur running his fingers over your hip, rubbing his hand down your thigh, waiting for the skin to warm up. 

“Any better?” He asks eventually, voice hoarse, waiting for the answer he knows won’t come. You nod your head, but your teeth chatter. You're shaking like a leaf against him. 

“Ya trust me?” Arthur asks. Of course, you nod your head. You trust him with your life, “I’ll warm you up.” He whispers. 

You shiver, this time not from the temperature as Arthur slides the jacket down over your shoulder blade. He runs his lips across your shoulder, pressing kisses in a line. His lips distract you from his wandering hand, fingertips trailing down your stomach. 

You breathe shakily in anticipation as his fingers reach your throbbing cunt. His skin is hot where yours is cold, adding an extra layer of sensitivity. You flinch when his thick finger bumps your sensitive clit. 

“Too much?” Arthur whispers between kisses, his hand drawing away from your skin. You nod. 

“We got all the time in the world. Jus’ gotta warm you up proper.” Arthur explains. He repositions himself between your legs, pushing your knees up by your ears, spreading you wide for himself. 

“Can’t wait to taste you.” Arthur grumbles, pushing your thighs back even more. You grip the sheets in anticipation as he licks the length of your cunt, coating his tongue in your juices, flicking your sensitive bud with his tongue. 

Your stomach seizes, and you whimper. 

“Yeah, how’s that? Talk to me, darlin’.” Arthur instructs, his nose rubbing against your clit, his tongue sinking into your heat. Arthur’s beard is tickling your thighs, and his fingertips are teasing along your entrance. 

“S’good, Arthur.” You exhale loudly. Your body is already warming up. Your skin is flush with want as he teases you. Arthur’s tongue circles back up to your clitoris, flicking over the bud in languid swipes. You taste so fucking good, he could keep you spread like this forever and never get enough. You would have no qualms with that, happily holding his head between your thighs for the rest of eternity. 

He wants nothing more than to keep you spread open like this. To taste you, kiss you. To hear you whimpering and calling his name. He wants to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you, until you’re sleepy and content and sore. He wants to press his cock into you over and over again, to roll his hips into you, stretch you out, fill you up. He wants to watch his cum leak out of you, just to fuck it back inside. 

Arthur’s cock twitches, and he groans, slipping two of his fingers into your aching entrance. Feeling how slick they become when he pulls them out, when he pushes them back in, curling them to hit that spot that makes you sing. 

“Arthur–” You moan, back arching off the bed. He wraps his free hand over your stomach, pushing you back down to the mattress, “So good. I– Oh, so fuckin’ good, Arthur.”

He smirks, tongue still flicking over your pink, swollen clit. Sucking it between his lips, grazing it with his teeth. It’s more than you can take. 

His fingers curl up, squelching as they rock your own juices back into you, brushing up against your fleshy g-spot, teasing it. 

“I-” You gasp, “I’m close, Arthur. I- I can’t it’s too much! Too-” You moan, tears of pleasure slipping down your cheek. 

And like the pull of a silk ribbon, he's pulling you undone. You're cumming on his fingers, squeezing them within your tight walls. Your clit is seizing against his tongue as you cry out his name, hands digging into his hair, pushing him further against you. You rock your hips against his face, thighs squeezing his ears. Juices gush around his fingers as he works you through your orgasm. Euphoria wracks your brain, picking you up and carrying you to another plane of existence. 

When you come down from it, you’re putty in his arms. Limp. 

“Easy, baby. Y’okay?” Arthur asks, hand easing up your waist, purposefully avoiding the spots where you’ll be the most sensitive right now. You nod, hands reaching up to his jaw, gripping him and pulling him down towards you. 

“Wanna kiss you.” You manage to murmur, soft as silk before his lips are meeting yours. 

You can taste yourself dripping from his tongue. Can feel the sticky wetness on his beard as you pull him impossibly closer. His tongue slips into your mouth, infiltrating your senses with the sweet taste of your arousal. 

Goosebumps break out across your stomach as Arthur’s knuckles trail up your waist, his thumb tickling a small circle around your stiff, sensitive nipple. It sends pleasure in shockwaves down through you, and you arch your back, pushing your stomach up against his chest. The hair on his chest teases your flushed skin, adding to the pleasure of it all. 

“So goddamn beautiful.” Arthur mumbles, pulling away just to get the words out before he’s against your lips again, devouring you. 

“Think you can take me now, darlin?” Arthur whispers, lips moving to your jaw, pressing loud kisses along the sharp line. You hesitate. He’s so big. It takes a lot of preparation.

He senses your worry, and then he’s there, reassuring you, praising you, making you feel so good. 

“You can take me.” A kiss to your neck, “You do so good, so perfect. You can take it. My good girl.” Arthur mumbles against your skin, hand slipping between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. His fingers slip back into your cunt, first two, then three. You whimper, hands digging into Arthur’s shoulders. 

“See? Takin’ my fingers as ya are. My good girl, aint’cha?”

You nod your head, teeth sunk into your bottom lip, “Yes, yes.” You whisper, breathing shakily. 

Arthur positions himself over you, slipping his fingers away, and you gasp at the feeling of his thick tip sliding up and down your lower lips. He traces his swollen, rosy tip across your overstimulated clitoris, and your nails dig into his shoulders, a pulse of pleasure rippling up your spine, sending waves down through your bones. 

You pay no mind to the weather, to the temperature. It bothers you none now. 

His thick, pulsing cock nudges against your entrance, and instinctually you tense, taking in a sharp breath.

“Shh, shh, easy, sweetheart. Relax. You can take it.” Arthur coos against your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It's like being swaddled in a heap of comfort, of safety. You know he’d never lie to you, never hurt you. 

“Thata girl.” Arthur hums, grunting deeply as he thrusts just the tip into you. You squeeze him tightly, your walls gripping him, pulling him into you. He could do this all day, stretch you open, stuff his cock into your pretty little cunt, press kisses to your lips and your neck and your nose.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it.” He grunts, pushing himself into you even more. Your back arches, stomach filled with pressure and legs spread open wide, “That’s perfect, so good fr’me.” He moans. 

“God, Arthur–” You cry out, a whimpering mess when he starts to rock. He’s splitting you in two, filling you so full, you can barely take him all. His length knocks against your g-spot, surpassing it even and stretching to your cervix. 

“Feel-” Arthur groans, “Good?” 

You tuck your nose against his chest, nodding, “Fuck, so good, Arthur. You’re so big.” 

The boost in his ego ramps up his stamina, and he rocks into you harder, sending the headboard crashing against the wall loudly with every thrust. The rhythm is barely noticeable compared to the sound of the hail beating against the roof. 

You’re suddenly glad to be stuck out here, if this is the repercussion. You crave his hands on you, his lips against yours. You want him to bend you over the table, take you against the wall, on the floor. You’re content to have him on every surface of this cabin, just to stay wrapped up in this bliss for a little while longer. 

“Easy does it, good girl.” Arthur grunts, face covered in a sheen of sweat, dripping down from a strand of his hair, falling onto your breasts. He fills you with every thrust, his cock carving out the shape of your walls, stretching them to wrap around him perfectly. The signature, wet sound of sex fills the room, drowning out even the storm, yet pale compared to the sound of your mixed moans and breathing.

“M’ close-” Arthur grunts, pace growing quick, cock twitching against your walls. You’re getting close, and he’s there too, grunting and squeezing, gripping your soft flesh. He curses, thrusting hard and deep, hips slapping loudly against yours. 

It pushes you over the cliff edge with no abandon, and again, you’re free falling, only kept here by the physical tether that is Arthur holding you. Your walls clench and squeeze, constricting around Arthur’s length. He groans beautifully, the sound cathartic to your ears, sending more blood rushing to your gluttonous core.

“Oh– Arthur!” You scream, gasping for air just to release it all back out in a slew of curses and moans. Your back arches high enough off the bed that your breasts slot against Arthur’s chest. Your body shakes, like a star on the verge of explosion, receiving no mercy as Arthur continues to thrust into you. He’s losing his control, caught off guard by the pulsing and fluttering of your second orgasm. You’re squeezing him so tight, and god– the moans you’re letting out are driving him wild—

And then, his warm, thick cum is flooding you, filling you up as he stutters and shakes above you, “F-Fucck, sweetheart. Takin’ me– so damn well.” Arthur groans, hips pumping into you twice more, arms shaking from strain. He pumps the last of his spend into you, groan dying down into a deep rumble in his chest.

He stills, taking deep breaths along with you, eyes slipping shut. His forehead falls against yours, and he presses a sweet, long kiss to your lips. It sends butterflies to your stomach, even after all this. He pulls back from the kiss, resting his forehead on yours once again.

“That was–” You begin, catching your breath, “damn.”

Arthur chuckles, “We’ll sleep the rest of the night n’ check out the weather in the mornin’. I don't reckon either of us will be cold.”

You huff a laugh, wincing slightly as Arthur pulls out of you. You grimace as his cum leaks back out. 

In a few short moments, Arthur has you clean of him. He lies beside you, head resting on your lower stomach as you brush your fingers through his hair. 

“Next time we fight,  just skip the runnin’ off, and take me to bed, alright?” You whisper, breaking the calm silence. Arthur exhales sharply. 

“Yeah, we’ll do that.” He chuckles, gripping your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles. 

“You think Dutch will be pissed about the tree?” You ask, referencing the Christmas tree that you’d failed to bring back to camp. 

“He surely will be.” Arthur says, “But, I say-” He presses a kiss to your hip, hand wrapping around the inside of your thigh, “to hell with his christmas traditions,” another kiss, “I like this one better.”

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[supernatural-dreamer]

The Unnatural and Unexpected (Embry Call x Black!Reader) Pt. 2

A/N: Hey everyone! It’s almost twilight season and as a commitment to myself and to you, I will (attempt) to post every Sunday from now until Halloween! You’ve all responded and I have decided to turn this into a multiple part series! I’m playing a little loose with the blood singer/ mating vampire rules as a fun experiment..  Leave a comment AND follow if you’d like to be tagged going forward. As always like, comment and follow. Let me know what you think!   

This is set during Eclipse around newborn battle. This is tailored for a African American/Black female reader specifically, however all are welcome to read..

~Lauren

*All gifs credited to original owner*

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Pt. 1

Masterlist

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Imagine being Embry’s imprint and tagging along with the wolves to their newborn training session. However, you’re always in for an unexpected surprise when you’re around Bella..

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Never were you the adrenaline junkie type. If your two feet were not able to stay on the ground, you did not participate. 

But damn. You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the experience, just a little.

Curse your newfound curiosity.

  Or maybe, being in Jasper’s arms is what made it more enjoyable.

  What the hell? You barely know this pale-ass dude.

  It is when your hair stops moving that you start to tune back into your surroundings. Clinging to Jasper akin to a koala bear, eyes still shut, you meekly ask, 

  “Are we there yet?” 

  “I stopped moving a few minutes ago.”  Crap. 

   Popping one eye open, you see the Cullen house directly in front of you. Looking up at him, you notice he is looking down at you, slightly smirking. Coughing,  you signal him to put down. He does, gently and you stand in silence for a moment. 

  “You alright? I know reaching high speeds like that can affect humans pretty bad.” No shit sherlock.

   “I’m fine. Thank you for the, um, ride.” You shuffle your feet while studying your now slightly-dirty shoes.

  Then you suddenly remember the potentially dangerous situation you’re in-the anxiety slowly kicking back in. Jasper checks his surroundings, then gestures for you to move up the front porch steps. 

  “My pleasure. Let’s get you inside. After you.”

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   Jasper Whitlock was a pale, ex-confederate, undead, man of few words. He has seen mostly wars and death in his human and afterlife. Peace and normalcy was a foreign concept to him, until he ran into Carlisle. He never would have chosen this life for himself, but then again, he never knew his current life was even possible until was in it.

  You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of him. 

  From the day he saw you, he couldn’t get you out of his head. At first, it was pure curiosity. You were one of the few interesting humans he had met in his time that actually presented a mental challenge for him. 

  Although he couldn’t directly read minds like his brother, Jasper could easily deduce what people were thinking based on their feelings–enhanced by his empath abilities, no doubt. When it came to you, however, he could not sense a thing. If he could put a color to every emotion he sensed, yours would always be grey- neutral. 

  Educated guesses were always made on his part, but you still managed to catch him off guard and did something different. A literal wild card. 

  The day you were partnered with him on some random school project, he began to notice your intelligence and convictions. He was impressed at your ability to keep Bella’s dangerous moves in check while keeping your personal boundaries. It reminded him of some of the people in his past he had lost long ago. It was then, you had gained his respect. 

  Slowly, Bella started bringing you around their house more often. At the time, it was mostly a cover for him and his siblings to investigate newborn activity, especially after one broke into your house. When he was around, outside of class, Jasper kept his distance, mostly for your comfort level.

   Then, he noticed Bella’s or any human’s scent did not affect him as much anymore when you were around. After a few times, he realized something peculiar: you were the only human that didn’t stir his bloodlust, either. 

  Miraculously, you actually had seemed to quell it. 

    It was when Alice and his family confronted him on the possibility of you being his blood singer, he considered that he might have felt something more than just friendly admiration for you.  Carlisle let him know only blood singers have this much of an affect on vampires like this. 

  But Jasper wasn’t having any of it.

    At first, he denied it, immensely. Although he was intrigued by you, you didn’t seem to have the exact same affect on him the way Bella did with Edward. He had and was more than content with Alice. 

   He especially didn’t think it was possible when he found out Embry had imprinted on you. He had abandoned the idea entirely. There’s no way a shifter, let alone their imprint, would have any involvement with the vampires. They were sworn enemies after all.

   So, he did the only thing he could do- kept his distance. The last thing that needed to happen was the pot to be stirred at a time where their alliances were critical. Besides, you seemed happy with Embry. Unlike his brother’s situation, he didn’t want to turn your whole life upside-down for a silly school yard crush—

  And that was that for him.

   Until Alice told him for the first time that she saw you in his future the day they trained with the wolves. In what capacity, she didn’t know. What was certain was that you were going to be involved with the Cullen’s for the foreseeable future, whether anyone wanted or not. She also knew Jasper well enough to know that you meant something to him. 

   She didn’t have to be a clairvoyant to know that. 

   Regardless, you could not make any decisions until he actually told you. The women were right that it wasn’t fair of him to keep everything to himself, especially when that meant putting you in more danger. Blood singer or otherwise, he couldn’t subject anyone he cared about to that. Not on his watch.

  It was at that moment, he realized he had feelings for you—though he hated to admit it. 

  As you sat in the massive kitchen, the silence became deafening. You could tell he was deep in thought about something and, at first, you thought it was from today’s events. 

   Until he looked at you the way he did today. 

   He was keeping something from you and you were determined to find out what it is.

    Penny for your thoughts? You’ve been quiet the whole way over.” Breaking the silence, you take a sip from your glass of  water. 

  “Well we were running over 70 miles an hour.” You had to keep from facepalming yourself. 

    “Are you hungry? We have some leftovers from the other day still in the fridge.” He starts to cross the kitchen. You were starving and those leftovers did sound good at the moment, but you were persistent.

    “Yes, but you still didn’t answer my question.”

   “Just still on guard and keeping an eye out for any newborns is all.” And the lie detector test determined that was BS. 

   He starts to open the containers when you stop him, placing your hand over his. 

   “Jasper what aren’t you telling me? If it’s something about the newborns, you could tell me. At this point, nothing you can tell me will shock me too much.” He sighs. 

   “Not even if I told you that you are my bloodsinger.” Cue the glass in your hand dropping to the floor. 

   You and your big ass mouth. You did the only thing you could do at a time like this:

   Freak the hell out.

   “Wait a damn minute. How can that be? You already have Alice!” 

    “Yes, but it’s possible for a vampire to have multiple blood singers in their time as we live well—forever. It’s sort of rare but it happens.” Smartass. 

    “Okay, let’s say I buy that. But I’m also a shifter’s imprint.  How the hell can I also be a vampire’s bloodsinger? Isn’t that like impossible?” 

   “Honestly, I don’t really know. No one really does. Carlisle guesses that the imprint bond could have altered the usual signs of a singer. ”  

   “How come Alice didn’t see it sooner?”

    “Maybe you being an imprint blocked her from seeing your future. Or you could have the same neutralizing affect on her abilities as you do mine. Who knows? What we do know is that she saw you in my future, and as complicated as it sounds, you affect me as Alice did before she was turned. Unfortunately, she’s never wrong.” 

   At this point, you’re pacing back and forth, trying so hard not to lose your shit completely.

   “What am I going to do? What happens now?” What about Embry? 

     It would be just your damn luck as you are just starting to somewhat feel content about your bond with Embry, you now have a tie to not one-- but two creatures of the supernatural. 

     “Hey, hey, hey, he stops you, gently gripping your forearms and turning  you around to face him. You didn’t even hear him come behind you. Damn vampire stealth.

    “Let me stop you right there. This will be whatever you want it to be-or lack thereof. Although I can’t lie and say I don’t have feelings for you, I will not push or force anything. Just like anything else, we take it day by day. We will figure it out. I will be right beside you, only if you want me to be, (yn).” He pushes a coily strand behind your ear as you look up at him. 

   This time you actually get a good look at Jasper. His blonde hair was a bit messy, but framed his sculpted face perfectly. Against his porcelain skin, his eyes almost glowed. You noticed they were a little more gold than usual, most likely from his recent hunt.

  Now by this point, two things were going through your head:

  Good god. This man was fine.  

  You were in some deep shit.

   A deep, guttural growl snaps you from your trance. Whipping your head around, you see the large, glass pane door, wide open and a familiar native boy standing in front of it. And he is livid. 

–And the pile just got a whole lot deeper. 

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[yanderemommabean]

More of clingy asylum patient boi please, mommaaaaa

Lee groans as he opens the door, dodging yet another projectile aimed at him as the door shuts. "Elias. I'm faster than you think I am. Something like that won't gain you any favors anytime soon."

The black haired man just grins, twirling a pen as he shrugs his shoulders "Worth a shot. I see why Jasper likes to annoy you. It's a sadistic kind of fun, you know?"

That mother fucker came in here too? That or he escaped just to raise alarm again and get that sick glee he finds in wasting time. He decided not to dignify that with a response, instead, sitting on the second chair in the otherwise desolate room. "We're going to be running some tests. I understand a few ways to make you comply according to my coworker are rather odd...care to enlighten me a bit?".

Elias sits back, one leg crossed over the other with that damned playful and nearly psychotic smile. "You already know".

"I don't"

"You do"

"Fine, play coy, see if it gets you out of here any faster. Maybe I'll just tell your dear sweet darling that you're never-"

Before he could finish, Elias was right in his face, having deftly moved from his seat to stand over the doctor with a molten, sadistic look in his dilated pupils. "Ever mention them again and I'll stop this charade. I'll easily gut you and the staff and let every horrible creature out of here".

His voice held no room for any sarcasm or humor, and Lee wasn't about to egg on a clear threat for the sake of a petty win. God did he want to though. "Then I suggest you sit back down and tell me what it is you want. I've been here a hell of a lot longer than you Elias, I'm the one they chose to handle you for a reason"

The room goes silent for a moment before Elias gives in. It's fine, he doesn't need to waste precious energy on proving a point just yet. He sits down with his arms crossed over his chest, tilting his head up a bit as he spoke. "What kinds of tests?"

"Simple ones for now. Intelligence, reflexes, response times, psychoanalyzing and some basic exercises to start"

"...What's the catch"

Lee leaned back in his chair as well, eyeing the man up and down warily. He still seemed so off, like one wrong inflection could end up with Lee having to pull a pen out of his thigh. "Blood tests and pain tolerance will be a part of this. Nothing sadistic unless you get on my bad side"

Elias just grinned like a Cheshire cat at that, looking down to the pen he was twirling in his hand. "I wont go without a few favors"

"Then give them to me. I'll do what I can"

Elias tilted his head up in thought, before sighing in defeat. He had to start small, he supposed. "I want a visit from my darling. I know this one will be supervised, but two whole days without my baby...it's torture doc. A torture I know you know all too well~". The lilt in his voice made Lees hair stand on end.

No. No, he needed to show complete composure. He can’t let some stupid arrogant man get under his skin, he’s a professional for fucks sake! 

But those wicked eyes bore into him like no one else could. Like they could see every twisted crime he's done in the name of his butterfly, his one and only. It made his gut twist in unpleasant knots feeling so easily read like that.

"It's cute you think you know me" Lee snips, trying to regain a bit of control in this situation. "Give us the name and what you know, I'm sure we can disguise this place to seem like a normal asylum for at risk patients like yourself".

Elias just smirks, as if he already knew he was underneath the doctors skin. "Well, doctors order as they say...I'll tell you every little bit I know about them. Hope you have the time, Doc"

((Hey! I hope you liked this, I know it's a bit "Meh" and kinda mid but I like the idea nonetheless! -Mommabean ))

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[ur-urmom]

Okay, I have a pretty cute request! (I’m not 100% sure if this is where I submit it since I’ve never done this but if it’s not then oh well)

Jacob Black x Reader (either fem or gender neutral)

Imaging Jacob being overly emotional one day for whatever reason and the reader has to comfort him, literally just the fluffiest thing ever! Reassurance, cuddles and pure adorable-ness

Thanks :)

super cute!!! i apologize for getting this out so late, hopefully you like it!

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Open Arms - Jacob Black x Reader

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Genre - fluffy cute adorable-ness!

Warnings - other than cussing, none

Summary - Y/N wasn’t really expecting any visitors on their day off, but when Jacob randomly shows up at their door they know something has to be on his mind.

The morning was chilly and damp, the perfect weather for staying inside curled up in a blanket and watching comfort shows with a cup of whatever hot beverage was preferred.

Personally, I was drinking hot apple cider and paying attention to a true crime documentary.

“How in the ever living hell could someone do that to another human being. That beats all I’ve ever seen, I swear.” I said to myself as I took a sip of the sweet liquid, feeling the warmth travel down my throat.

I love my days off. I love rainy days, and I love sunny days, really any day is a good day when there’s no work involved.

Of course I have friends to hang out with when I’m off, however I’m pretty content keeping myself company too. Maybe I’ll call Alice and Bella later to see if they want to do something, like a girls night out. You can never go wrong with a girls night out.

And if Alice is with Jasper, and Bella is with Edward (which will be most likely), I’ll just call Jacob. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. My boyfriend is practically one of the girls. I’ll just have a girls night with him… as a back up to the actual girls night I’m planning in my head.

I guess people would just call that a date though, wouldn’t they.

Tuning back into the documentary on the television, I took another sip of my cider. I put my feet up on the coffee table in front of me, the bottom of my pajama pants slighting hanging down right above my ankles.

By now, the weather outside was getting a little rough. Thunder would rumble and lightning would strike in sync with the revelations or the part of the show where the murders were being described on the screen. I grimaced at one of the real photos that popped up right as a loud boom sounded from the sky.

“Gross.” I muttered.

I took the last swig of my drink and set the empty cup down on the coaster beside my feet. I grabbed the blanket next to me on the couch and covered myself for extra warmth.

… and comfort from the paranoia of the murders I’m currently hearing about.

Although the heavy rain mixed in with true crime made it unsettling, the atmosphere was kind of relaxing at the same time. Dim lights, candles going, the pitter patter of the droplets, thunder, a full tummy from a warm drink, and the oddly soothing voice of the old man telling the heinous acts committed made my eyes flutter open and closed. I pulled the blanket higher over my face, just enough to where it hid my lips. My head gently fell to the side, my eyes still on the television trying my best to keep my attention. It was easier said than done, because soon my lids stayed shut and I started tuning out the words that were spoken. Steady breathing was the only thing I could really hear, at least it was the only thing that I chose to listen to.

Until a deafening BOOM! jolted my body awake once more. No way was I tired now.

“Holy!— shit… that sounded close.” My heart was racing at the crack of the thunder that just made its appearance, slowing down when I realized it was just that.

Thunder.

Nothing else.

I made a conscious decision to browse more shows, preferably something light and funny considering what just happened. Obviously it was nothing, but I’m getting myself a bit worked up and I don’t want to instigate it further.

“Ooo!” I finally found the old school Scooby Doo and turned that on instead. “This’ll be nice.” I smiled to myself. It was also something I could accidentally fall asleep to without getting scared shitless being abruptly woken up.

I was deep into the episode playing when I heard a knock on the door. I slightly turned my head in confusion, I wasn’t expecting anyone today and hardly anyone came unannounced. Flash images of the true crime documentary made their way to my mind as I slowly got up. All of my curtains were closed, and I didn’t really feel like looking behind them for fear of a face planted directly in front of mine with only glass separating us.

Walking towards the door, I picked up the scissors on the coffee table I had left there the night before.

Whoever was out there wasn’t happy with my pace, because another round of knocks came pounding, this time a bit louder.

“Dammit.” I whispered, just a few steps away from the handle now. The scissors were close to my chest as I put my palm around the knob after unlocking it. I took a deep breath, starting to slowly turn the knob now. I cracked the door open, expecting to either see nothing, or to see come crazy psycho with an axe getting ready to chop me into pieces for fun.

But I immediately relaxed when I saw the familiar black hair and those big brown doe eyes I’ve come to admire so much. Opening the door all the way now, I was met face to face with Jacob.

“Hey…” He breathed.

“How anticlimactic.” I accidentally slipped out.

“…..What?” His confused expression replacing the gentle one that was just there.

“Oh um… what are you doing here?” I ignored his words. “Not that you’re not welcome! You just… usually call beforehand.” I sensed how my question could be taken the wrong way. “Are you okay? Goodness, your soaking wet. Did you not bring an umbrella? Shit, Jacob, come in.” I stepped to the side to get out of his way.

He walked in and I closed the door behind him.

“Why do you have scissors?” He asked.

Turning around and facing his back, I placed my hands on his shoulders and started to help him take his dripping coat off. “Why not?” I replied, tossing it on the floor, making a mental note to wash it later. “But answer me, are you okay?” I repeated myself from a minute earlier, looking at him.

“I um, I don’t know.” He replied. “I don’t know.”

“Okay.” I nodded, concern written on my features. “Okay, that’s okay.” I took both of his hands in mine and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, they were wet from some of the rain outside that rested on them, and everywhere else on his body. I started rubbing the back of his palms with the front of mine vigorously in a stupid attempt to warm him up, almost as if I was trying to roll a ball of dough in my hands. “Aw, love, you’re so cold.” I muttered, my brows furrowed in concentration.

I heard him let out a deep chuckle. When I looked at him he was already gazing at me. I gave him a reassuring smile.

“Here, go take a hot shower.” I stopped to go grab him a towel and rag. “I washed your clothes from last time you stayed over, you can change into those!” I raised my voice a bit so he’d hear me as I gathered all of his things and put them in the bathroom.

It wasn’t long before he was beside me, already starting to strip down. I scooted past him to go ahead and start the hot water. When I got the shower temp just right, I turned back to Jacob. His shirt was off and he was working towards his shorts.

“Maybe while you’re in there you can think about what’s wrong? We can talk about it after you get out, yeah?” I put a hand on his cheek, which he leaned into.

“Yeah, that sounds good baby.”

“Good.” I started to walk away, but not before I gave him a little kiss on his other cheek. “I’ll be in the kitchen, or the living room.” I shut the bathroom door as I exited.

I figured that while I waited for him to get out, I would fix a little something to eat. Breakfast, or brunch, I didn’t really know what time it was and I don’t feel like checking.

Bacon, eggs, and jelly toast. All classics, and all delicious.

I was just about done with everything when I heard the shower turn off. The only thing left I had to do was jelly my toast. I left Jacob’s untouched in case he didn’t want any on his.

And speaking of him, a few minutes later he walked into the kitchen as I was fixing the plates.

“Hey! I made some food. I don’t know if you’ve had anything this morning, but I haven’t, so if you don’t eat it I will.” I let him know that it was okay to decline my offer of a mouth watering meal.

“You think I’m gonna pass up on a good breakfast made by the love of my life? I don’t think so.” Jacob scoffed and took his plate.

I beamed at the title he had given me and followed him to the table with my own food. I thought it’d be nice to just eat and talk about lighter things, rather than what’s on his mind right now, that’ll be for after.

“Thank gosh you took a shower, you smelled like a dirty, wet dog.” I joked, taking a bite of bacon.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He playfully rolled his eyes in response.

“No, really! I could practically smell you from all the way inside. I thought there was a stray on my front porch.”

“M’kay, so you were getting ready to stab what you thought was a stray dog that wandered onto your porch?”

“Huh?” I genuinely was lost after he said that.

“The scissors.” He continued.

“Ohhhhhhh.”

“Ohhh..” He mimicked me.

“Pffft, no. I was getting ready to do arts and crafts with said stray dog.”

“Mhm, sure.”

We looked at each other before breaking out into laughs and grins.

“Shut up, Jacob.” The smile still on my face as I softly pushed his shoulder with mine. I got up and took my plate to the sink. He did the same. I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and handed one to him, then started walking to the couch in the living room. We sat next to one another, and I took his arm in mine and put my head on his shoulder.

“Do you wanna watch anything?” I eyed the tv, absentmindedly watching whatever had come on after Scooby Doo. When I didn’t get a response, I sat up straight so I could look at him. Once again, he was already staring at me.

“…No.”

“Hey…” I started, remembering why he was here in the first place, “what’s on your mind?”

I stumbled to reach the remote on the table and turned off the television, the screen going black with just the rain and distant thunder for background noise.

“Lovely, talk to me.” I ran a hand through his hair, hoping to make him more comfortable.

“I don’t know, Y/N. It’s stupid.”

“Don’t say that.” I spoke. “Whatever it is, you have every right to feel the way you do, your feelings are valid.”

I started to readjust. I put my legs up on the coffee table like I had them earlier and then patted my lap with a small flick of my head to gesture to Jacob to lay down. He didn’t even hesitate.

Looking down at him, I had one hand on his upper jaw and the other one continued to play with his hair.

“I’m just…. I’ve been thinking a lot.”

“Oh lord.” I added, trying to make him laugh. It worked.

“And I’m just worried, I guess. About the future, and what’s gonna happen. What I have to do.”

“Oh baby. You don’t need to worry about things that haven’t even happened yet, especially things that won’t even happen for a long time.”

“I know,” he kissed my hand, “I can’t help it.”

“Look, I have no doubt that I’ll be there in the future right beside you. Helping you figure out whatever it is that needs figuring out. We’re a team. Your problems, your worries, your desires… are mine too. You’re not alone.”

I looked at him. Really looked at him. I needed him to understand what I had just said.

“I love you.” He stated. “So much.”

“I love you.” I smiled sweetly at him. “I’m here, if you really want to go into depth about what exactly it is with the future you’re worried about.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I know… but right now I think I might fall asleep.” He flipped over on his side in my lap. “You’re just too comfortable.”

I giggled. “Oh really?”

“Mhm.”

I squealed when all of the sudden his lips met my stomach as he blew air on my skin, doing what people call a raspberry.

“Jacob!!” I laughed, lightly slapping at his side. “Stop!”

He did, placing a gentle kiss on the spot he just attacked instead.

I kept rubbing his head, alternating between running my fingers through his hair and softly tracing shapes on his face. I did this until I heard the low sound of steady breathing.

Not only his, but mine as the two of us had fallen asleep, dreaming of nothing but each other.

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this isn’t proofread, so I’m sorry for any typos! it also might be shorter than my others so I do apologize! thank you for reading :) <3

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[sloilan]

I want to rate the silly ships like people have been doing so I will (my memory of them in canon is so bad) 

Percabeth: 9/10

by far one of the best ships in pjo, but there are times where the "tough love" is just too tough for me

Jiper/Jasper: 3/10

I don't remember much about this ship at all but it was a little cute? It did feel very fabricated with it being forced by Hera & I found Piper's heart eyes at Jason 24/7 annoying as hell- 

Frazel: 4/10

it was cute, but that could just be the characters lol I wish we saw them more developing their crushes on each other instead of Percy showing up and being like "oh these guys like each other lol" 

I don't like the age gap at all tho, it might just be like 2-3 years but when you're a teen that's a BEEG difference in brain development and maturity levels etc. 

Caleo: -100/10

no, just no. I can not even begin to explain why it is so bad and toxic. Richardio really saw Percabeth pop off and was like "let me do that again!" and made the most toxic ship i could find fr. Me and my homies hate Calypso frfr. Even if all their interactions were rewritten so that Calypso isn't constantly talking over and shutting down anything and everything Leo does I dislike it still because it just plays into the damsel in distress x savior knight which i do not like at allll 

Solangelo: 1/10

they had slight potential in blood of olympus (and that's me being nice) but otherwise everything after that just felt so stale, fake, cringey, and toxic. 

Will's character lacks,,, well, character. If you want to construct a relationship with characters you need them to be people in the first place- and not just a "__'s boyfriend!" 

It also just feels like those 13 yr olds in school that are so obnoxiously lovey in class and then they break up after a week you know what i mean? I have more to say but these are getting long-

Solangelo (in fanon): 8/10 

Hell yeah. Most of the fan content ive seen from solangelo has been DRASTICALLY better than canon, they actually make Will feel more like a concrete person, they give proper chemistry/shared interests to him & Nico, and overall it just flows better? Idk (big fan of when people make Will freakier than Nico, my favorite flavor of Will) 

Pernico: 2/10

I can see it? But I don't like it. They have so much built up miscommunication and bad memories from each other (Percy literally tried to strangle Nico to death) also the same with Frazel; I don't like the age gaps while theyre teens 

Jasico: 8/10

I get this one, but I really see them as more like besties, so I don't partake in it too much. Otherwise it's great. 

Valdangelo: 10/10

I am biased, but good looorrrd the potential :(( the similarities of them, both being the outcasts and just heguehfh i love them 

Valgrace: 8/10

same as Jasico, i see them as bros way too much but I don't deny it's a banger ship too. 

Shelper: 1/10

I feel the same way with this as i do Solangelo, there's no character for Shel, it's just Piper and "Piper's gf!!" Rick is so bad at writing queer rep, he just picks main characters and slaps a random blank slate character onto their side and thinks he ate, but he's just desperate for queer brownie points. 

Feirrochase: 10/10

I DON'T REMEMBER THEM BUT I LOVE THEM!! 

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[loveswrites]

So You Wouldn't Get Married?

Jasper x reader ~ So you wouldn't get married?

Summary:

You we're sitting with The Cullens + Bella, your sister (You're adopted), at lunch time. And the topic of marriage came up and Jasper was a little displeased with your answer.

It was slowly becoming normal for you and your sister Bella to sit together at the Cullen's table during lunch. You've slowly been building a relationship with each and every one of them. Alice as always is the sweetest so it was no surprise that the two of you are friends. Your relationship with Rosalie was instant. Which was surprising because she basically hates your sister Bella and just about everyone else.

You don't know why though. Edward he was always kind to you, You could always talk to him and not feel uncomfortable. Emmett to say the least is fun to fight with, It's a very entertaining friendship. Now Jasper.. Your relationship with him you can tell it is not going to be on the lines of friendship. If anything that is Your Lover, Your Man, and Your protector. But none of that has been said out loud for all anyone could tell that was your homie.

You and Bella have been going to Forks High for about 4 weeks now. You both were immediately captivated by The Cullen's. Or precisely her Edward and You Jasper. Jasper was very quiet and reserved. It didn't help that you were the same but that all changes when you get comfortable with whoever the person is. With Jasper it didn't seem like it would change.

Everyone found him weird and strange. But you found him mesmerizing and a little… Addicting. You find it strange that from the first time you've laid your eyes on Jasper Hale, You've never been able to take them off of him. He's always on your mind and if he's not the first thing on your mind he's in the back of your head but best believe he is there. If you didn't have it like that there was no way you would be able to get anything in your life done.

"So y/n and Bella my parents are getting married this friday and I was wondering if you guys would come, Oh and the rest of you are invited as well!" Jessica said standing next to Bella with a fake smile on her face. I never liked her. I feel she only talks to us because the Cullen's talk to us and they showed interest in us and not her.

"I- I don't know Jess, we might be going to visit our mom this Friday." Bella said, sending Jessica a small sympathetic smile.

"What about you y/n?" Jessica turned to ask you. Annoyed that she asked you when the question was already answered for you by Bella.

"Didn't you just hear Bella answer you? We're going to go visit our mom on friday. And plus even if I was available I wouldn't go. I don't do weddings." I replied, turning my attention back to the window taking a bite of my cucumber sticks I chopped up this morning. After those words fell out of your mouth you felt eyes on you.

And you knew exactly who it was.

She scoffed, turning her fake smile into a real one looking towards the Cullen's. "What about you guys? Please can you guys come? It would mean everything to me." She asked once again.

"We have a camping trip on Friday, I'm sorry." Alice replied, smiling back at Jessica.

"Can't you just reschedule? You guys go camping every week!" Jessica practically yelled out at Alice. 

This brought you out of your trance and made you glance at the rest of the Cullen's. Bella was sitting in front of you and Edward was on the left of her. Alice was on the right of her. Emmett was on the right of Edward. Rosalie was on the left of you and Jasper on your right. You two always found each other sitting next to each other no matter where you sat.

"Unfortunately we can't." Rosalie replied in a firm voice. That basically said shut the hell up and walk away before I make you. Shooting her and an ice cold stare Jessica walked away mumbling something under her breath that made you raise an eyebrow. 

"What was that?" You said loud enough for her to hear you making Jessica walk away a little faster. 

Her actions made Emmett laugh as he wrapped his arms around Rosalie as she glared at Jessica's retreating form.

Alice looked sympathetic. Meanwhile Edward looked like he was having a conversation with himself but he had a sly smile on his face. And Bella was just playing with her found as she voiced earlier not really having an appetite for anything.

"So what do you mean by ya don't do weddings?" You hear a southern voice beside you. Turning your head to look at Jasper golden eyes. You felt yourself wanting to melt from just his gaze.

"I mean basically what's the point? Half the people who get married get divorced like 3 Years later. They just leave the marriage with less money, heartbreak and trust issues. And that all comes free with life so why would I ever go through with it?" You answered.

While Bella was nodding in agreement Edward shot his stare at her in confusion as a frown soon settled on his face.

Jasper now too had a slight frown on his face.

"What about soulmates?" Alice asked, smiling a genuine smile at you.

"I love the concept of soulmates, I believe that everyone has one in some form. Some one more than others. But me? Nah I don't think I do." You replied with a shrug.

"And why's that?" Jasper asked, turning your attention back to him. His southern accent just did something to you fuck the accent. His voice. 

"Because I'm too much to handle. I don't believe that I have the personality to be someone's soulmate. I'm not the nicest if anything I'm mean. I don't like alot of people. I tend to shut down and Block out the people I love when things get hard for me. I have attachment issues which also makes it hard for me to love. It's either I wanna be by your side 25/8 or I don't wanna be in your presence at all like I want to love you from a distance. When I love someone I love hard. The other person tends to never be able to handle it. Which is also why I don't do weddings." You said, Looking back outside noticing the raindrops on the windows.

"So you wouldn't get married?" Jasper said with a frown on his face as if it pained him. Edward was intensely staring at Jasper for some reason. And everyone else was watching the dispute between me and Jas.

"I mean if I were too it would have to be in Switzerland and most can't afford sooo." You laughed it off biting into another cucumber stick.

"And if he could afford?" Jasper questions with a sly smirk on his face tilting his head a little.

Looking at his golden eyes you squint just a little as if to tell him you're suspicious of him and his questions.

"If he could afford it would be difficult for him to get me on the plane. Because who knows if I'll even like him like that." You replied with a little flirt in your voice.

"I'll tell ya what doll if you end up not getting on the plane with him, just know that my jet will be waiting for you. And I'll be waiting for you at the end of the corridor." Jasper winked. 

Flabbergasted by what I just heard and saw I didn't have time to reply as the bell rang. I reached down to grab my bag looking up to try to respond to Jasper; I realized that he was gone.

"What the fuck was that" I breathe out in a small whisper.

Jasper Cullen just flirted with me.

#jasper hale x y/n #jasper cullen #twilight #xreader #reader insert

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 8: the missing Cullen

Table of contents

The next day Edward didn't show up to school. As I stared at his empty seat in geometry with a nasty pit in my stomach. He couldn't be gone for good right? All his siblings are here, and he's sure as hell isn't sick. Even if we just met I wanted to consider him a friend. I felt slightly lonely without him due to the fact we had almost every class together.

At lunch time I looked over to the Cullen table and everyone was there except Edward. They didn't really act like it was a big deal he wasn't there. Alice and Stefan were playing cards as the rest of them talked amongst themselves.

“hay, you want to set with us?” Alice said suddenly appearing by my side. I chuckled and jumped back as she startled me. She smiled. “sorry, didn't me to scare you”

I quickly shook it off “its fine...and sure” she smiled and linked my arm with her's. “great!”

“hi, guys” I said shyly as I walked up to their table with Alice. Emmett smiled big and pulled out the empty seat that was next to him. As I sat down I felt millions of suprised eyes. They acted like they've never seen anything like it.

“what's up, Wolfy?” Damon smirked. His smile fell and turned to Emmett. “did you kick me?”

“no, I did” Rosalie said casually. I slightly chuckled.

Damon pouted towards me. “I'm the abused one as you can see” his brother Stefan rolled his eyes then turned to me.

“he's not, and I'm Stefan” I nodded and shook his hand. “I know... We have history together” I then turned to Alice's boyfriend. “your in That class too, your Jasper right?”

Jasper softly smiled and nodded. “pleasure to finally meet you”

Damon nodded. “yeah nice to finally have a conversation with the girl Emmett won't shut up about” Emmett shot him glare as my cheeks burn a light pink.

“you know this is totally bizarre, right?” I asked. “We're supposed to be enemies”

Emmett shrugged like he didn't care. “We're know to not follow rules... And the treaty doesn't say we can't hang out, we just can't be in each other's territory” I looked at him and smiled. Theses people seemed are too good to be true. It was refreshing to be expected for what you are and not get pittied, or just knew you for your roten luck.

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When I got home from school I raced to kitchen and grabbed a pair of keys I haven't touched in a long time. I opened up what me and Owen called the forbidden drawer. I sighed as I stared at the box. The inside of it was lined with red and white checkered paper that was slowly peeling. The only thing in there was some gold keys with a Ford Keychain holding them together.

I sighed as I picked up my father's motorcycle keys. My middle finger slipped into the key ring as I squeezed the keys in my hand as I walked into the living room

“tell uncle Charlie I'm taking the motorcycle out” Owen looked up from his home work and Bella looked up from her copy of gone with the wind

“why are you talking dad's motorcycle out?” Owen asked. I shrugged and fiddled with the keys making them make a soothing clinking sound.

“a-are you sure charl- dad will let you take it out?” Bella stuttered from the couch. I shrugged. “it's mine.. Dad left it to me”

“o-oh I'm sorry, I didn't know” she said running her fingers through her hair nervously. I rolled my eyes and walked passed them both. “see ya in a bit”

“love ya sis!” I heard as the front door closed. I was quick to put up my blue hood over my head then slip my leather jacket over the hoodie to keep warm.

I nervously walked into the garage were the glossy navy blue motorcycle was. I felt the tears prick the conner of my eyes as I ran my hand across the seat and handel bars. I nodded to myself as I got the courage to get on the bike.

After I got comfortable on the bike I slipped on the light blue helmet that had gold angle wings on it. The tears won and fell down my cheeks at the comfort the helmet had. The thing still had the smell of my dad's cologne. It felt like he was right there and son of a bitch I  wish he was. I wish he was there to teach me how to ride this thing like he promised. I wish my mom was there to tell me everything will be alright. I quickly shook the thought and drove away from the house.

It was so dark when I finally decided to take a pit stop near the woods. There was so called animal sightings and wanted to video tape it. For the first time in what feels like forever I open up my video camera. The supposed small camera still felt big and heavy in my hand. I studied it for a bit as I lend on on my dad's bike. The old marvel stickers on it was peeling and some of them was just plain white and the characters were gone.

The crack on side of it made my hand clinch around it. Another painful reminder of my parents demise. I had it with me the day they died and it got cracked on impact.

My thoughts were cut off by a pair of headlights. I used my hand to shield the brightness from my eyes as a group of guys filled out. I didn't recognize any of them and that made my stomach turn. I pulled out my pocket knife as I started to regret coming out tonight.

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[wol-fica]

《𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂》 - Chapter II

summary - Wednesday can’t seem to get her mind off of the brand new fallen angel…

warnings - some blood, talk of knives

an - Ch I

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Lateritious - the color of brick-red, usually achieved by sunburn or becoming flustered. 

Right now, Wednesday was lateritious. Her usual tanned skin was a lovely shade of red while a small embarrassed frown graced her lips. Flirting usually does nothing to her, but after a certain girl’s annoying escapades, she has seemed to turn into a tomato. 

Wednesday found out her name, the girl from Jericho. It was pretty easy since Enid suspected that Wednesday had gained an infatuation and decided it would be a grand idea to help her out.

Her name is Jasper Edison, previously a resident of Greenfield High School before she transferred to Nevermore due to “abnormal apendigies”. She is 5’9 with a 5.2 GPA, beating Wednesday’s 5.1, and has held straight A’s since she was in preschool.  

See, she was a muse, an agitating stimulus whose soul purpose was to bother Wednesday in ways only God could foresee. Her little quips and remarks made Wednesday feel the overwhelming urge to hurl all over her typewriter and throw herself out of a ten story window. 

Jasper’s smug smile made Wednesday want to strangle the life out of her while forcing her eyes open so she would have to watch Wednesday end her. The stupid freckles that dusted across her face; she wanted to nail each with a hammer and record Jasper bleeding out while Wednesday giggled happily. 

God forbid her laugh, it was like a knife slicing through the air, an irritating whinny that pierced Wednesday’s ears so aggressively that even she cringed in discomfort. And what in the world was the deal with her eyes? They seemed to glow, a nice sunny yellow that made  Wednesday nauseous, and not in a good way. 

Jasper was just so annoying, and it pissed her off. Wednesday hated it, she hated the way Jasper’s dimples showed when she smiled, Wednesday hated how Jasoer blushed nervously when speaking to her, Wednesday hated how cute Jasper looked when she spoke about things she enjoyed, she hated the way Jasper treated everyone so kindly even if she had a bad day, Wednesday hated how the sun always illuminated Jasper’s features so well, and Wednesday especially hated how Jasper encapsulated her mind. 

Every morning Wednesday cursed the higher powers above for making her dream of her. Jasper was a blessing from heaven but deserved to be dragged into the pits of burning hell; Wednesday would personally escort her if she could. 

“Hi Wednesday!” She would say it everyday at lunch, all with a smile on her face. 

Enid, who is equally as infuriating as Jasper, has decided to speak her input on how Wednesday is feeling about her. She believed that Wednesday indeed did not hate Jasper, but actually had a crush.

“Wednesday just admit it, you like her!” Enid said as she swept their bedroom floor. 

“Liking someone is a waste of my time.” Wednesday deadpanned, aggressively typing away on her typewriter, “Besides, she irritates me.” 

“I don’t think you are aware of how much of a crush you have.” Enid chirped, now organizing her drawers full of rainbow vomit. 

Wednesday sent her a glare, a small warning that screamed ‘Keep talking about this and I'll slit your throat’. She refused to acknowledge if she had feelings or not, and even if she did, she would do everything in her power to lose them. 

“I’m aware that I have multiple knives in multiple places in this easily crossible room.” Wednesday snarled.

That made Enid shut up.

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“…and that is the formula for Planck’s Constant…”

Wednesday yawned as her chemistry teacher droned on about formulas and whatever else he was saying, it didn’t matter to her anyways as her attention was focused on something completely different.

Her black-souled eyes were trained in on the stunning ferrari-red locks that sat two sets to her right and one seat up. 

Jasper was slightly hunched over, which was horrible for her back, and seemed to be focused on her drawing rather than the lecture. The sun, conveniently shining through a small window, had a ray of light focused on her  face. Her two snow-white streaks of hair seemed to glow as she lazily scribbled down sketches on her notebook.

“And that concludes my lesson, have a wonderful lunch everyone!” The teacher said right as the bell rang.

Wednesday sighed, finally looking away from Jasper to pack up her things and make her way out of the room. She made her way out, pushing past a group of “popular” girls congregating at the door, and proceeded to run face first into a wall of feathers.

Instantly her head flew back and up, her eyes wide as images flashed through her head. A river, it’s water rushing and wild. Blood dripping onto hands interlocking over a rock. Crows cawing eerily as a pair of yellow eyes stared into her soul…

“Woah, you okay?” A voice snapped Wednesday out of her vision, causing her to look around in confusion.

Jasper stood in front of her with a concerned look on her face, her golden eyes searching Wednesday's black ones for any disturbance or discomfort. Suddenly, Wednesday registered the fact that Jasper’s arms were around her waist.

“I…uhm…” Wednesday was quite literally speechless, the feeling of Jasper holding her was restricting her ability to speak words. 

“Do you need to go to the nurse? Your dorm? I can take you wherever you need to go.” 

Jasper was being so kind, so considerate. Most people would laugh or take advantage of her in this situation, but not Jasper. She was gentle and helpful, keeping her wings around the two of them so Wednesday could have privacy and not be publicly embarrassed to all of her classmates. 

Wednesday stood up sharply, discarding all of her thoughts, and straightened herself out. 

“I’m fine, though I appreciate you catching me.” She stated, forcing herself to appear neutral.

“It’s no big deal.” Jasper said with a smile, though she still looked unsure, “You’re sure you don’t need the nurse? Should I call Enid?” 

Jasper was already reaching for her phone when Wednesday impulsively grabbed her wrist to stop her. She was close, really really close; noses almost brushing while her foot was between Jasper’s.

“No need, I'll be okay.” She mumbled, gazing at Jasper for a moment before hurrying off to the Quad.

‘This is stupid; I’m so stupid.’ 

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[cinereuz]

I had a thought the other month that I think about like every single day

Nobody even reported Jasper missing.

The camp has had missing/dead campers before and it’s still running but hear me out.

He died on Spooky Island, where Campbell arguably keeps most of his incriminating evidence, and while the cavern exploded there’s still at LEAST the stuff in his summer home from Night of the Living Ill. Any sort of lawsuit and investigation on his “disappearance” would’ve had authorities come across at least a few things that would’ve had him put away and/or the camp closed. Remember Campbell isn’t a criminal mastermind, he’s just stupid.

Campbell could barely keep the camp going by the time Jasper died so one wrong move (a disappearance) would’ve completely sank the whole thing no matter what new scam he came up with to get attendance back up, and judging by examining the timeline, the flashbacks took place in around 01/02 so the internet still definitely existed so it wouldn’t be easy to cover something like this up.

Also, if there was paperwork about his disappearance, David or Gwen probably would’ve found it (and if Gwen did it would’ve come back to David) and it would’ve been a very public thing, but by judging Campbell’s expression when Max mentions a “kid who died on the campgrounds all those years ago” he has a “how the hell do you know about that” expression, and you’d think this is because he successfully covered it up, but

You can’t hide a kid’s disappearance from a family that actually cares about him

Imagine him having to see the camp that he accidentally killed himself trying to shut down start back up every summer for 14 years and have no investigations done and slowly realizing nobody in his life even cared he never came back home

#if he had neglectful parents it would also explain why he took the best camper thing so seriously #he’s not used to that much praise :( #also kind of a stretch but if he grew up with hand me downs that would explain why he’s like 20 years behind #also surely david wouldve found out if he tried getting back in contact online or something #camp camp #camp camp jasper #jasper camp camp #prawndering

[voraciousvore]

The Giant and the Princess (10/10)

Part 1 | Previous (9)

Author's Note: Most of this section is Chapter 15 of "The Giant," but told from Ajax's perspective.

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Part 10 ------

Ajax was surprised to get a phone call out of the blue from Chester, who hardly ever contacted him except for special occasions. He was even more surprised when Chester informed him that he’d found a girl to call his own, though Chester sounded nervous for an unknown reason. Then again, he was always nervous around his father, so Ajax didn’t think anything of his demeanor. He invited the couple over to his house for dinner. 

He was pleased with his son for finally finding a mate: He had begun to despair of ever having grandchildren, with his children remaining bachelors for so long. He tidied up the house for guests while his wife prepared a large, sumptuous meal of ham, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Even though humans were scarce in this world, alternative food options were far more plentiful, and most giants had embraced the art of cooking as opposed to scarfing down their prey raw. 

A knock on the door heralded their arrival. Ajax opened the door to find his two sons standing on the porch, but no giantess. “What is this? Where’s the woman?” he questioned with confusion. Chester and Jasper stared up at him stupidly, not responding. Ajax looked down at them, his patience thinning at the odd ruse. He noticed Chester holding a bug or something in his hands. As he squinted with his good eye, he was shocked to see the little creature was a human—a tiny woman. Dark emotions surfaced in his heart as he was reminded of all the countless wrongs he had suffered at the hands of violent, savage humans: the death of the princess, the murder of his father, the mutilation of his face, the loss of his homeland, permanent exile. 

“Why did you bring a human here? Is it for dinner? Your mom already cooked something,” he continued sharply. Ajax began to feel sick as he discerned Chester’s true intentions. There was only one possible reason why Chester would’ve brought a human to his residence under the current circumstances. 

“That’s... my girlfriend,” Chester choked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Time stopped. Ajax was horrified. He didn’t want to accept the truth. Despite his best efforts to avoid calamity, his son was making the same disastrous mistake he had made in his youth. A flood of painful memories overwhelmed him, to the point where he felt himself falling into an endless vortex of despair. He responded in the only way he knew how to handle his emotions: uncontrolled, explosive, white-hot wrath. 

“WHAT?!” he bellowed, losing his temper. He shot a scathing glare down at the human, then at Chester, his idiot son. He lashed out, slugging Chester in the side of the head. The smaller giant crumbled to the ground, his girlfriend slipping out of his hands and tumbling down onto his belly. Jasper caught his brother before his skull cracked on the pavement. Fuming, Ajax separated himself from the situation, slamming the door closed and stomping off into the house. He felt like crying. A phantom pain throbbed in the empty socket under his eyepatch, a grisly reminder of his ugly past. 

“Ajax, what’s the matter?” his wife asked, entering the foyer. “I heard yelling. Why did you slam the door?” 

Ajax clenched and unclenched his hands into fists, seething. “Our son… our son… is dating a human!” he barked. The statement tasted bitter on his tongue. 

“What?” she gasped, incredulous. “How in the hell...?” 

Jasper stormed in, shutting the door behind him. “Dad, what is wrong with you? Why would you do that?” he shouted. Ajax flipped around like an enraged bull and punched him in the shoulder, knocking him back into the wall with a thump. 

“Don’t you question me, boy!” he snapped. “Respect your father!”  

To his shock, Jasper recovered and stood his ground. “How can I respect you when all you do is lash out like this?” he retorted fiercely, fire in his eyes. “There’s a reason why Chester and I hardly come to visit anymore!” 

Ajax gaped, momentarily stunned, but his wrath flared up again with explosive heat. “It’s because I’ve been cursed with weak sons who consort with humans!” he spat viciously. 

“Why do you hate humans so much anyways?” Jasper yelled back. “That war was hundreds of years ago! Chester’s new girlfriend had nothing to do with it! Get over it already, sheesh!” 

“They ruined my life!” Ajax screamed, his face turning livid. He slammed his fist down on some nearby furniture for emphasis. “They killed my father! They took everything from me!” He couldn’t bring himself to speak of the tiny princess he’d lost, who had died such a gruesome death at his own hands. He couldn’t bear it. 

“My entire family was slaughtered,” his wife interjected, her voice soft with sadness. Ajax felt her delicate hands intertwine his thick hairy arm.  

“Gwen...” He softened as he turned to hold her against him. Her head rested against his broad chest. She was small for a giantess, small when compared to him. She reminded him, vaguely, of someone else he once knew, though he would never admit it to her. Despite marrying her, a shameful part of him had never moved on from his first love. He tightened his arms around her. 

“Jasper,” she continued, turning to her son, “Dating a human is folly. They are wretched creatures, every last one. They may seem harmless with their size, but they are treacherous at heart. And in the end, they are not fit to coexist with us.” 

Jasper sighed and rubbed his aching shoulder, where a bruise was starting to form. “Look, I think Chester is a little touched in the head for falling in love with a human, but can you at least give her a chance? She’s a sweet girl, really. You might like her.” Ajax grunted with disgust and stomped off into the other room.  

His mother huffed. “Alright. Bring them in,” she agreed, with obvious reluctance.  

Ajax stayed in the other room, struggling to contain his out-of-control emotions. He vacillated between ire and grief, indignation and guilt. He never truly forgave himself for eating his miniature lover, nor did he accept her death. He’d never spoken of her to anyone after all these centuries, not even his current wife. He blamed humans for all the things that had gone wrong, but deep down he knew he was just as responsible, and he couldn’t bear the burden of his shame. The fact that his foolish son was now following in his footsteps, doomed to suffer the same lamentable fate and hardships, brought him fresh pain. Humans and giants were proven to be incompatible; Ajax knew things wouldn’t end well. 

He listened to the conversation in the other room, as Chester introduced his new girlfriend Jackie to his mother. “Mother, you’re being rude. I love her. If you can’t respect that we are going to leave now,” Chester proclaimed. Ajax was surprised to hear Chester stand up for himself for once—and for his tiny girl. His impassioned tone, so different from his usual meek attitude around his parents, underscored the depth of his tender feelings. 

“You really mean that?” Ajax questioned, stepping into the doorway. He lumbered over to his son. 

Chester didn’t waver, glaring proudly up at his huge father. “Yes. With all my heart.” 

“Let me see her,” Ajax insisted, holding out his giant hand. Both Chester and his mini girlfriend turned white as paper. “I won’t harm her. Give her to me.” He flexed his fingers with impatience. Chester looked down at the human in his hand, who seemed about ready to vomit but nodded with determination. His eyes reflected anxiety as he reluctantly relinquished her to his father. She crawled from Chester’s hand, big and soft and warm, to Ajax’s even larger, rougher hand. 

Ajax hadn’t held a human without the intention to hurt or eat it in a long time. She was so small in comparison to his palm, her weight inconsequential. He could feel her fragile, diminutive body trembling with fear as her wide eyes stared up at him. His heart beat harder, pounding his ribcage painfully, as he was reminded of his old flame, his precious little princess. He carefully raised her up to eye so he could see her better. 

He expected Jackie to cringe or cower in response to his steady gaze, but she didn’t falter. She was obviously terrified, based on the tension in her body and her incontinent shaking, but she maintained eye contact in defiance of her own fright. Ajax was impressed by her courage in his presence; he was fully aware how terrifying his hulking mass was to humans. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk as he watched her expression harden with determined ferocity, which looked silly on such a trivial, wee creature. He chuckled, which seemed to catch her off guard as her minute eyebrows raised in surprise. 

Ajax’s mirth faded as he thought of more serious topics. “Do you know why I hate humans?” he asked her. She could only shake her head, too scared to talk. “They took my eye from me,” he explained, pointing to his eyepatch, “and they took my home away. What do you think about that?” Ajax felt the fury inside him waxing, to the point where he was tempted to close his thick fingers around the woman and crush her. He couldn’t even comprehensively vocalize his more severe grievances. 

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” the tiny woman piped up, finally speaking to him directly. “And it’s tragic the way things turned out. My hope is that giants and humans could live together in harmony. I’m in love with your son, and I want to stay with him here, in the Land of Giants.” Ajax blinked, surprised by her eloquence. He stared down at her with a stern gaze, as if trying to see through her. Even so, her words resonated with him. They painted a dream that was long dead in his heart, but one he could understand, and reminded him of a younger, naive, lovesick version of himself. He could almost imagine his little princess saying a similar phrase to his own parents. 

The hard stone walls he built up inside him fragmented along the edges. He grunted and allowed Jackie to return to the safety of her giant boyfriend’s hands. Chester cupped her lovingly to his chest, concealing her from view. “Let’s eat dinner,” Ajax proclaimed, and headed into the dining room, with everyone following behind. 

He wasn’t sure what to think anymore, as they all sat around the table and ate dinner. He replayed events in his head as he thought about the distant past, tearing open his scars into bloody wounds anew. He avoided looking at the human, except for sneaking glances at her every once in a while. He missed his little princess, enough to where he wanted to cry as he recalled that he was responsible for her death, by eating her alive. The crop of fresh guilt that corroded his soul resulted in a knee-jerk bloom of hatred and anger as he settled back into his broken feedback loop that he used to cope with his agony. He couldn’t escape as his emotions swirled in familiar patterns, regret and rage and abhorrence, rising in frequency and intensity.   

A jealous part of him harbored resentment towards the couple. They had what he had so badly wanted, what he could never have due to his lamentable loss of control. He figured that Chester would eventually succumb to his urges and fatally devour his lover, as he did, but somehow the unconventional couple defied the odds, and the miniature woman survived and even thrived as the years passed. This fact irritated Ajax, in an irrational and petty way. Despite moments of tenderness, Ajax always found a new reason to dislike the human, whether it be that she couldn’t continue his bloodline, or when she miraculously had a child with Chester, that his hybrid grandson turned out pathetic and small. He just couldn’t move on from his past and his trauma, even as he poisoned his young grandson with his own toxic ideology. 

In the end, it wasn’t Chester or Jackie that he warmed up to, but his grandson Hunter. Despite the taint of his human blood, he grew into a big strong giant whom Ajax felt he could be proud of. He saw in Hunter his own pain and suffering and rage, and commiserated with him. He even told Hunter the tales of his past, stories he never related to anyone else. After all these years, he opened up about his love affair with the tiny princess. By bonding with his own flesh and blood, he was finally able to recover and heal. He could break the cycle and be whole again. 

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[polyhexian]

Jasper, Darius, and Eda finally explain the Grimwalker thing to Lilith at some point and she is just like oh. Oh Titan. What? Oh no.

So Belos wasn't--? And he isn't--? But--oh no I've made a fool of myself. I tried to be his confidant. I got into a competition with Terra to see who could provide the best postpartum tea. I got him books about postpartum depression and told him I could handle the entire Empire on his behalf if he needed time off to deal with such a difficult experience. Oh my Titan I've made a fool of myself. I did so many stupid things--I need to shut up about this.

Jasper is like no, no, keep talking, I wanna hear ALL the details both of how you made a fool of yourself AND how you made Belos uncomfortable as hell.

Jasper initially wanted Lilith out of the house until she started telling stories about Belos having to sit quietly and listen to people talk about his theoretical vagina and then he's like actually you aren't allowed to leave until you have told me EVERYTHING

[s1ater]

time doesn’t stop.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

about. you attempt to make up with bellamy

warnings. foul language, gif not mine, set at s3e9/10

ricky rocks. missing bellamy hours

for a long time, a lot of people thought it’d always be you and bellamy. and for a long time, you believed it’d only always be you and bellamy.

it was only after mount weather did the pressure and realization of how hard a relationship really could be in living hell came to light; especially after a gunshot wound and many promises to keep one another alive.

you were fools to believe that dating was even a possibility beneath the pressures of trying to survive and play hero—that’s what you thought anyway.

you were ready to let go. ready to move on to callings of death that had been in your head the moment you had laid foot on earth. you had done many bad things that had ended you up in a cell block back at arkadia. some things that people believed were considerably valid for a punishment of death, which you were never really ready for up in that cell. but right then, right on earth and out of a cell, you were ready to die.

you had cursed yourself when you woke up days after, patched up, and relieved from the bullet a mount weather guard shot at you. you were alive, and all curtesy of abby griffin, an angel in disguise, as bellamy thought.

but that bullet changed so much, and created a great amount of damage that not even abby could relieve you from.

he moved on fast. or more of what you thought was fast.

you had left, leaving him angry and in desperate need of something with the amount of ties he still held to you. bellamy had never felt so much attachment to one person other than octavia. but with both of you gone, off with your curious minds in search for something that neither of you had found yet, leaving him alone, he had to find something to occupy himself with.

you just weren’t content with the idea of him kissing another girl.

but he didn’t know you anymore.

it wasn’t until you finally went back to arkadia to find several crazed chipped adults, including your own savior, abby, who rather seemed in need to kill you—did you come to realization that your time there and playing hero was not over.

“what the fuck was that?” you yelled into jasper’s ear as he drove the rover as fast as he could, away from the detrimental chaos that seemed to have erupted the moment you got there.

“hard to explain.”

“well find a way,” you looked down to raven and then to the back of the rover where camp was getting smaller and smaller till the only thing you could see was forestry. “i’m gone for-”

“yeah, that’s right, y/n, you were gone,” jasper finds his voice and yells back. “a lot happens around here if you hadn’t noticed.”

your disappearance hadn’t just affected bellamy, and you were now just beginning to realize it.

you could understand; jasper was holding a lot on his shoulders and the tension of you and then almost getting shot didn’t help the situation, “jasper, i’m sorry.”

“i’m not the sorry you owe it to.”

you frowned, immediately thinking of bellamy. you kept your mouth shut from there on out and let jasper guide his way toward a cave where the rest of your group was supposedly camped out at.

the moment you got there, you could tell everything was tense, even by the split second of seeing octavia walking away with bellamy on her tail before realizing the rover was there.

he squinted at you, before recognition kicked in and he realized exactly who he was looking at as you got out of the rover and moved quickly to open the back with jasper, helping him the best you could with hauling raven from her deadened position, “need your help! we have to get her inside before she wakes up!”

“were you followed?” bellamy trudged his way toward the two of you before taking raven into his own arms, clearly having a better chance of carrying her than the two of you combined.

“maybe, i don’t know.”

you stepped back, looking at bellamy’s face and the way he transfixed into taking lead so fast. his face was all beat up with fresh cuts and light bruises beginning to kiss his skin. it made you narrow your brows due to the last time seeing him, he wasn’t in this rough of shape.

he glanced to you one last time before walking to the cave, jasper following after him.

your head turned to octavia now, who you immediately reached out for as did she, “i have to leave.” her arms were wrapped around your neck, making it easy for you to hear the solum tone shoved deeply in her throat.

“don’t go now,” you shook your head in the hold you both had on each other. “you shouldn’t be alone, not with all that’s going on. not after lincoln.”

your words made the both of you cringe but they didn’t scare her off like you had half expected. she pulled away, nodding before walking into the cave with you.

“i told you on the radio, raven is not raven anymore. jaha has been chipping everyone,” jasper shifted nervously, keeping eyes on the frail girl while he tried his best to catch everyone up. “jaha is using the chips to control everyone. you swallow it, you forget who you are and you see this thing; alie. it made raven slit her own wrists.”

you watched raven carefully as jasper continued to speak on how he was trying to help her. you were losing your mind and couldn’t understand how your previous biggest problem—pike—just got blown out of the water and turned ten times worse.

“you say a chip, maybe it’s like the one clarke carries,” your eyes met jasper’s, “after lexa died clarke carried a chip that she gave to me for safe keeping,” you were quick to pull it out of your pocket. “this?”

jasper shrugs, “not exactly.”

and suddenly raven was on her feet and running, causing all of you to haul after her like a chain reaction. bellamy rung his arms around hers, attempting to restrain her as she looked around anxiously.

“if raven finds out where we are, so will alie and she’ll come for her,” jasper stabbed a reaper stick into her neck, causing her to drop from consciousness once more.

you all huffed and raven was once again hauled into bellamy’s arms. you frowned, suddenly getting an idea, “we have to leave,” your eyes were trained on raven.

“why, she doesn’t know where we are.”

“but i know how to fix this and where to find clarke.”

**

“you came back.”

you glanced up to bellamy who sat across from you. no one had said a word within the time you had all gotten within the rover to get to nyla’s location. not until now.

“why wouldn’t i?”

“you tell me,” his eyes were soft on you but the tone of his voice was condescending and hurtful—he wanted to hurt you.

and you understood why.

“‘time doesn’t stop,’” you looked to your hands as you mumbled the words before gaining enough courage to meet his hard, but eager eyes. “you remember when you first said that? ‘time doesn’t stop, not for me, not for you, not for anyone’… you’re good with your words.” an airy laugh came past your lips as you reminisced about bellamy when you all first landed and he gave a lot of leader speeches to the 100.

you couldn’t help but feel sadness seep in at all corners of your soul of how long ago that was and how your problems dealt with actual people and not a.i.’s.

“time doesn’t stop and i couldn’t handle that, bellamy. i wanted it to, but it just didn’t and i… gave up.”

“on us,” he clenched his jaw, hating how he felt sympathetic for you, hating how he wanted to hold you.

his mind thinks to the gun shot wound, and the blood that stained his hands as he kept pressure to your stomach, watching life fade from your eyes. he wasn’t scared of anything, but you dying proved that statement wrong.

“god, bellamy, i never wanted to.”

“i have a hard time believing that,” he frowned. you could tell he was trying to hide his emotions the best he could by the way he bit his tongue and was so overall tense. “you never looked back.”

“but i did,” you leaned forward, touching his face lightly to which made him slightly flinch, no longer used to the feeling. you almost pulled away but the touch with your finger tips turned to the palm of your hand, hovering over his fresh cuts. “i always did.”

“then you should have come back, should have said something.”

“i am back, i promise, bellamy. i’m back now.”

you could tell he didn’t trust those words even though he wanted so badly to lean into it—to put trust that you were really there and would stay there till the end of your days.

he leaned back, his eyes watching you gingerly, trying to decide on how to feel and what to say, but he just nodded, mumbling, “okay.”

you accepted that as good as mutual ground between you two could get. bellamy was a stubborn person at nature and it was hard to let people back in when they were traitors to his soul, but him defying his morals the best he could just for you was a sign of something positive.

especially when he reached for your hand, and held it tightly between the two of your bodies.

“now, are you going to tell me about your face?”

navigation.

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[bella-goths-wife]

Baseball

Yandere cullens x reader

As you arrived at the field, you instantly felt uneasy. You didn’t know what to think of Bella. The last time the two of you had talked it felt safe but you knew that Edward had her so deeply in love that she would do anything he asked, she would eventually join their cruelty.

Rosalie tugged on your shirt and fussed over you while Esme glared at her. They always seemed to fight over who could be more controlling or ‘motherly’

As you all got into your positions, you heard birds in the trees and felt yourself connect with them. You gave a small smile but it went away when Carlisle ruffled your hair

“Listened to the birds sweetheart?” He asked affectionately

You gave a small nod and he chuckles and looks at you strangely before silently ordering you to get into your position.

You were up to bat and lifted the bat above you. An image of hitting one of them repeatedly with it flashed across your mind and a smirk appeared.

You hit the ball and it goes into the forest, you begin running while Edward chases the ball. A thought enters you mind and you quickly work on it.

As Edward climbs up a tree to use it as a jumping pad, you command the birds to crowd him. They fly aggressively at his face and distract him enough for you to run and avoid getting out (I’m sorry if this isn’t right I’m British and don’t know the rules)

Rosalie cheers and lifts you up excitedly while Edward stomps over with feathers in his hair. You giggle and he glares at you while Bella soothes him.

Your victory is short lived however when you all smell another vampire, you looked over at the opening of the field and found spectators.

There were three people. Two men and one woman. The woman had bright red hair that you admired while the two men were attractive and built quite large with decent sized muscles.

The girl gives a small applause and gives you a cheeky smile. You felt yourself smile back but then realise who was with you.

The family crowd Bella and Edward looks over protectively. Rosalie pulls you to her while emmet stands behind her and Jasper stays to the side of you

“Sorry for intruding” one of the men says “we couldn’t help but admire your game”

“No problem at all” Carlisle says with fake charm

“Was this your doing?” The blonde man says while pointing to Edward who still had bird feathers on him

You give a slight nod and he chuckles

“I liked it” the woman praises “hell of a shot!”

“Thank you” you said with a small smile and a head tilt

Rosalie tugs on your arm to shut you up as the other vampires look on in curiosity

“We were wondering if we could join your game?” One of the men asks with a smile “we’re awfully bored and you seem like good players”

“Sure, why not” Carlisle agrees while Edward tries to subtly sneak Bella away “a few of us were leaving so you can make up for lost numbers”

They nodded and you thought that Bella would get away unscathed. You walked forward and the redhead smiles at you and begins conversation while Jasper stand behind you.

That’s when the wind came and you all caught a whiff of bellas human scent. The blonde man takes a deep inhale while he and The woman share a look. Jasper yanks you back and the woman gives you a knowing, almost sympathetic look.

“Seems you brought a snack” the blonde man and he walks towards Bella while your family crowd and hiss

While this happens the other man and the woman come closer

“You can control animals right?” The man asks and you nod unsure of what to do

“And you don’t want to be with these people anymore?” The woman asks with a grin

You think for a moment before hesitantly nodding while looking at your family who were still distracted with the blonde man

“Your useful so we’re going to take you, do you want that?” The woman asks and you quickly nod, she smiles “there’s seven birds nests in the pathway we’re using”

“Can you control that many?” The man asks and you nod confidently “great, your gonna swarm them when we take you”

You think for a moment. Would this be better than you current situation. You look at you family and see them all staring at the man threateningly like they usually do with you, decision made.

You nod just as the man walks away from your family and shoots the other two a look. He comes closer as Rosalie calls you but before you can respond the blonde man lifts you over his shoulder and begins running

Your startled but quickly adjust to the situation. You’d begged for an escape for years and even if you didn’t trust these strangers, they couldn’t be more cruel than your current coven.

Your family all let out rage full growls before chasing. They ran quickly but these strangers seemed to be able to outrun them. The blonde made sure to hold onto you tightly as you remembered your part in the plan.

You saw Jasper leap and as he almost made contact with the woman, a swarm of ravens crashed into his face and forced him back.

This continued as more animals joined in. You connected with multiple birds and commanded them to protect you. Deers ran in front of them and small animals blocked their path.

The four of you reached a boat and the blonde man hastily put you down while the woman started the engine and the boat began to move.

You saw your family at the docks as they looked on with rage. The boat moved quickly as the other three relaxed slightly and you let out a relief filled laugh as they looked at you curiously.

You stuck your middle finger up to your family from the docks as final message and the others laughed along with you.

It wouldn’t be your final message though. You knew deep down they would catch you again. But you could enjoy the small joy you received from this temporary freedom.

You had no idea why these people took you but if they had cruel ideas, you hoped that they would kill you.

You would rather be dead or in danger than go back to those monsters.

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[panandinpain0]

Told Him...

Part One

Okay, as promised, more to Fisherman's Son- and I'm honestly dragging this plot on its ass because I don't know what the fuck I'm doing anymore-

Mini rant: just got a new job this week and it's kicking my fucking ass. I'm so tired and I just wanted some twilight so maybe this will help. Also- I need to figure out a new writing process- because this shit aint working anymore.

Here ya go-

Fluff Jasper Hale x Male!Reader Part 2

Warnings: Swearing

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"OH MY GOD-" (Y/N) shrieked as Emmett and Bella appeared on the sides of his car. They smirked at each other through the window and then shoved their hands into the doors, creating large hand-shaped dents. Not slowing, (Y/N) was still in shock, making incoherent sounds as his car was pulled to a stop by the hot guy's siblings.

Ripping their hands out of the doors, Bella and Emmett stood next to each other by (Y/N)'s car. The other Cullen's joined them as (Y/N) tried to open his door. After it wouldn't, he brought his leg back and kicked it, the door swinging open with the damage Emmett had left at the driver's side.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" he instantly cursed at the group, shutting the door harshly and inspecting the damage. "What did you do to my car?" he practically began to cry on the spot.

"Sorry," Emmett apologized, though his face gave him away.

"You better fucking be," (Y/N) shot back, standing up straight and glaring with the fury of hell in his eyes.

"We'll buy you a new one," Jasper promised, stepping around the car to be closer to (Y/N).

"...No. Nope. This is bullshit. This is batshit crazy. First, you and your family try to get me to look for my dad, and then they can run as fast as my car. And then they can stop my car with their bare hands. The cherry on top is that you just so casually stated you could drop thousands of dollars on a new car." (Y/N) deadpanned at Jasper, and then the group.

Genuinely sheepish now, Emmett and Bella rubbed the back of their necks, awkward smiles on their faces.

The group hadn't realized that in their attempt to make Jasper happy they'd completely disregarded that (Y/N) knew nothing about vampires.

"Do you think it's too soon to tell?" Rosalie asked aloud, looking at the others. There were mixed reviews, but Jasper made the decision himself.

Turning to (Y/N), Jasper took his hand. Confused and tempted to object, but not, (Y/N) inspected him with suspicious eyes.

"(Y/N)."

"...Jasper?"

"My family and I are vampires."

A moment of silence rung as (Y/N) stared at him with a completely emotionless gaze.

Then he let out a breath through his nose, slowly smiling as he started laughing. He was laughing so hysterically, in fact, that he was bent over, one hand still in Jasper's as he tried to catch his breath.

"Wait, wait, wait-" he choked through the laughter- "you expect me to believe that vampires exist?" Saying it out loud caused him to laugh harder.

The other's just stared at him, Alice with clear concern, while Jasper tried to control his reaction to what was happening.

Wiping his eyes from tears of laughter with one hand, the other still in Jasper's grasp, (Y/N) took a deep breath and let it out audibly.

Looking around at the group and realizing they weren't joking, (Y/N)'s jaw dropped.

"...Really?"

Rosalie nodded, arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

Needless to say, (Y/N) saw black.

...

"You told him after knowing him for not even a day?" Carlisle scolded, the sounds muffled by the wall as (Y/N) woke up.

Eyes flickering open, (Y/N) blinked at the harsh lights around him. Standing up from a lavish bed in the middle of the room he gulped with nerves, hypervigilant of everything around him.

"He's awake," Edward warned from the next room.

Everyone walked in slowly, trying to startle (Y/N) anymore than they already had.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) started to talk.

"Where am I?"

"Our house, the Cullen resident. Middle of the woods, remember," Jasper reminded, a fond smile coming on his face. It caught Esme and Carlisle by surprise, seeing him so casual in a way he hadn't been with his own family.

Nodding as he thought about it, (Y/N) sat back down on the bed, fingers running against the soft, dark red blanket.

"Where's my car?"

"Had it towed. Emmett and Alice are out getting a new one as we speak," Rosalie responded, sighing as she idly looked around at the walls. She wasn't in Jasper's room hardly enough.

"What about my stuff?" (Y/N) asked, brow creasing in panick.

Bella pointed to the corner of the room, showing the suitcases and bag of items from the car.

"Okay. Well I guess the rest of my questions involve the... information I was told."

Nodding in understanding, Carlisle pulled up a seat near the bed, looking at (Y/N) at eye level.

"Jasper told you we were vampires, correct?" he started.

"Yeah."

"He wasn't really... supposed to do that," Carlisle revealed, giving Jasper a pointed look. Jasper just shrugged and sat down near (Y/N), who still hadn't stopped his advances.

"Well, he did. What does being a vampire even entail?" (Y/N) asked nervously. The rest of the family bid farewell as they knew the next couple of hours would be explanation and stories.

Jasper took (Y/N)'s hands that were nervously picking at each other and held one in his grasp, fingers gently rubbing across his warm skin.

...

"It's been a while. It's already dark outside. I think it's time you get some rest," Carlisle explained as he stood up.

"I don't want to go back to my dad's house, especially while he's still missing," (Y/N) immediately objected, becoming tense. Jasper rubbed his fingers across (Y/N)'s knuckles and watched as his shoulders slumped back down.

Carlisle gave Jasper a disapproving look for using his powers on him before turning back to him.

"You can stay here, if you'd like. We have a guest room just down the hall, or you can sleep in here."

(Y/N) nodded, thanking Carlisle and watching him walk out.

"Do you want the guest room?" Jasper asked gently, looking at the side of (Y/N)'s face.

"No... I think I want to stay in here."

Jasper gave him a small smile and moved so that they were facing each other, crisscross on the bed.

"Well, since you know all about me, I want to know about you," Jasper said with a half smile, eyes gleaming.

"I don't know all about you, though. I know all about you being a vampire, but nothing else," (Y/N) corrected, watching Jasper play with his fingers.

"What else is there?" Jasper jokingly responded, doing a double take as he saw (Y/N) glare.

"What do you mean, 'What else is there'? I want to know you. Not what you are. Like... what's your favorite color? Or... favorite food? Oh, well, I guess you don't eat anymore. Wait- if you don't sleep why do you have a bed?" (Y/N) suddenly realized, looking around at the bed he sat on.

"It's still nice to lay down and close your eyes, even if you can't sleep," Jasper explained, a faint smile on his face. "Fine, I'll tell you about those things, but we have to take turns. I say mine, you say yours, deal?"

"Deal," (Y/N) smirked back, leaning forward as if drawn physically to Jasper.

...

Esme walked in a few hours later with a plate of food for (Y/N), stopping with a bright smile as he saw the position they were in. They had moved to the couch by the window, both looking out it. (Y/N) laid between Jasper's legs, head on his chest. Jasper was playing with (Y/N)'s hair, rubbing his back as they quietly talked to each other.

She left the plate on the table next to the door quietly and left the two alone.

End

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Welp, there ya go everybody who wanted this! I hope that was an okay ending, I was feeling comfy today and really really REALLY want to be in this situation. Sadly, vampires don't exist and I don't live in Forks Washington :')

-Author Max <3

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[practically-an-x-man]

Your OCs encounter Mothman in the woods! It's Arya, shapeshifting just to mess with them, but they don't know that. How do they react to this very mothy surprise?

Ooooh, interesting! Thank you!

Rae: Freezes in place, trying to figure out if "Mothman" has noticed her. She draws energy into her hands, but doesn't make a shield just yet. If she can, she'll back away before any sort of fight breaks out. This isn't the weirdest thing she's seen before, but she'd still rather not engage if there's no point to it.

Robin: Turns and runs - though she still maintains enough clarity to remember to block the sound of her footsteps so it's harder to follow her. She doesn't know what the fuck that thing in the woods is, but this is not the way she wants to die.

Madison: Her knives are in her hands in an instant, and she whistles for Bravo to come back to her side. She doesn't outright start a fight, but this definitely doesn't look good.

Ophelia: Where the hell is she going to find a forest in the middle of central NYC?

Jasper: Just keeps walking, pretends they didn't see anything. This is how things roll in the South - the woods don't belong to you, if you see something weird no you definitely didn't. They go home, toss 13 pennies on the porch, lock the doors, and pull the curtains. Though they do think it's weird that they could sense the "Mothman"'s emotions

Kestrel: Isn't even fazed. They work es effectively a wildlife researcher for magical creatures (not to mention, they're a magical creature themself) so the sight of Mothman would be a mild surprise at best. They probably try to find a quiet spot to sketch it and jot down some notes without disturbing it.

Quinn: She's walking with Billy (no way she's hiking anywhere in the woods alone, when her mobility issues mean she's more likely to get hurt), and at first she brushes the Mothman thing aside as one of her hallucinations and just ignores it. But Billy freezes ("what the fuck is that thing?!"), which tells her he sees it too, and that's when she freaks out. There's no known magic or superpowers in her world, she probably ends up freaking out to the point that she tries to run, trips over a root, and twists her back wrong. (Arya, being a benign prankster who didn't really want to hurt anyone, gets worried and shifts into another form to help, but that's a whole different thing to have to explain)

Katherine: Similar answer to Jasper: she's from the South and lives in a world where magic is a known phenomenon (at least to her), so it's probably safest just to keep walking and pretend she didn't see anything unusual.

Eris: Naturally, expects that this'll end in a fight and decides to make the first move. They might actually understand the prank bit if Arya's able to explain quickly, but otherwise things could get bloody.

Nikoletta: I know this is starting to sound repetitive, but... look, I live in the South and this is how things work here. She's turning around as casually as she can, taking about fifteen steps the other direction, ducking behind a tree, and shadow-jumping as far as she can. She comes home rattled and may even end up shutting down a bit, which is definitely not the reaction Arya was hoping for.

(I know this makes like three of them with the same response but you should know that most Southern people subscribe to the 'if you see some weird shit in the woods you just keep walking. tell your friends when you get home but you Do Not see it while you're there')

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