— hanging onto his every word because you adored his subtle, but sometimes thick, southern drawl. — him enunciating his words to make it sound thicker — you are insanely infatuated with him — he loves every second of it, wearing a small smirk all the while — his nose buried in your hair; he loves breathing in your scent — his head on your chest; the sound of your heart beating comforts him like none other — your fingers raking through his long locks — listening to him open up about his past as a soldier — feeling your heart ache at the pain behind his topaz eyes — you being a bit uneducated about history (and rather uninterested) — he begins to call you ‘little girl’ at your lack of knowledge & experience in life — the pet name sticks much to your dismay — “i am not a little girl, jasper!” — “march 5th, 1770. what historical event was that, my love?” —
“jasper, you’re a dick.” —
“such a dirty mouth for such a little girl.” — nearly puking your guts out when the time came to meet his family — him having to calm you down with his power a lot — dancing around his bedroom to very old records he owns — he teaches you to dance since he’s an excellent dancer — you’re incredibly clumsy, especially around jasper — he thinks it’s highly amusing & only embarrasses you more when he gracefully catches you or swiftly retrieves something you dropped — him catching you off guard a lot — he likes to dip you nearly to the floor & kiss you unexpectedly — it never gets old & it makes you feel cherished each time he does it — catching alice gazing at the two of you, smiling as she sees visions of the future — when he proposes, alice sees the vision & spoils it as she’s horrible at keeping secrets — cheesy, lame vampire jokes — “i heard being a vampire really sucks.” — “you’re horrible at jokes, little girl.” — but he actually is quite fond of them since they make you laugh — teasing him about sparkling in the sun — “shine bright like a diamond, jas!” — those remarks often end up with you trying to outrun him, but obviously failing — him watching you sleep; he loves seeing you look so peaceful — he calls you darlin’ 24/7 — you love it because his accent grows thicker — he’s a huge sap — him handling you with impeccable care, as if you’re made of glass
ok idk how i’ve never really noticed or cared about jasper in the twilight series and i’m so pissed at myself because he’s actually so great and attractive
I wondered how Rosalie’s life and personality would have been different if she had not always been the most beautiful. Would she have been a happier person if beauty hadn’t at all times been her strongest selling point? Less egocentric? More compassionate? Well, I supposed it was useless to wonder, because the past was done, and she always had been the most beautiful.
My legs couldn’t possibly move any faster but I tried anyway.
I couldn’t remember what I was running from, all I knew was that it struck fear in every vein in my body.
“Paul!” I screamed, pushing up the incline that the forest provided.
“Paul!” I screamed again, tears flowing freely down my face.
I kept running, and running but I knew this entity was gaining on me. I felt its presence along my back, felt it’s heavy breathing on my neck.
“Paul!” I screamed one last time before the entity snaked its hand around my throat.
I woke up drenched in sweat. My pajamas sticking to every inch of my body.
“Shit.” I muttered into the empty room.
I grabbed my phone to look at the time.
‘1:22 am.’ I thought.
It was almost time for Paul to get off from patrols and I couldn’t let him see me like this. The man goes out every night looking for vampires for crying out loud, the last thing he needed after yet another long night was coming to see me and me panicking over a nightmare.
I got some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom to rinse myself from the disgusting amount of sweat the nightmare produced.
When I got out, Paul was climbing through my bedroom window.
“Hey, baby.” he greeted, nearly knocking himself out on the window pane.
“Hey.” I greeted, trying my hardest not to let the terror I just went through show.
“You okay?” he asked, sitting himself at his usual seat along my bedroom wall.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just haven’t been to sleep yet.” I lied, walking over to him.
I was welcomed by open arms and gladly leaped into them, wrapping my arms around his inferno of a torso.
I was just getting comfortable, finding solace in the presence of Paul and the unusual silence he brought with him tonight.
“Y/N, you’re shaking.” he whispered, taking my hand in his.
It was then I realized that I was in fact shaking, and I couldn’t even stop it.
“Y/N, baby, tell me what’s wrong.” he urged, turning to face me, stroking his thumb over my cheek.
“It was just a dumb ass nightmare.” I answered, my voice coming out too hoarse to sound even remotely convincing.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling me back into him.
“No.” I answered honestly, burying my face deeper into his chest. My tears starting to drench his shirt.
“Okay. Then, we’ll just sit here.” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“No, Paul, baby you need to sleep. I’ll be fine, it was just a nightmare.” I said, trying to wiggle out from his embrace.
“What I need is for you to be okay. You don’t need worry about me okay, baby? You just let me take care of you. As long as you’re okay? I’ll be perfectly fine.” he said, pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to my lips.
And that’s the last thing I remember before drifting off into a perfect, dreamless sleep.