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If you’re dating Jasper Hale it’s because he tried to hate you and you never gave him a chance 

He didn’t quite realize it but he’d been looking for you for over a hundred years 

He’s the marrying kind.  

Finds it amusing how much you love his hair 

(Secretly loves when you play with it)  

Again if you are dating Jasper its because he did everything in his power short of killing you to drive you away from him and you just would not give up

It wasn’t like with Bella and Edward, blood singers and soul mates and star-crossed lovers. You just saw something in Jasper you liked.  

Competitions to see who could get a higher average in the classes you shared

History class competitions get particularly interesting (it’s his favorite subject) 

He finds himself getting ridiculously protective 

Like you ride a bike to school and that makes him nervous (because bikes aren’t ?? like safe at all?? and humans are FRAGILE???) 

Convincing himself that of course he has NO CHOICE but to start driving you around

“Well, believe me, I’m beyond flattered that you’d wanna spend all that time with me, Jasper-” 

“Don’t start.” 

“I’ve got a bike.” 

“Bikes aren’t SAFE–you know what, forget I asked.” 

“It’s got reflectors and everything. I wear knee pads.” 

“It’s Washington, Y/N. There’s bears.”

When he picks you up the next morning you continually refer to the ride as a ‘first date’  

It just becomes a running joke that the two of you are dating and you start linking arms with him in the hallway 

It would be annoying if you weren’t so darn CUTE 

You only call him Jasper when you’re angry

All other times he’s either Texas or Boyfriend 

Arguing with him constantly about things he doesn’t really care about (he just likes talking to you, even if its arguing) 

Eventually he becomes so used to the idea of you two being together that he finds himself getting jealous when he thinks you like other people 

He bottles the feelings up until they burst out in a confrontation literal months after he discovered he had them 

It would be one of the many fights you have over him not telling you what he wants, mostly because he doesn’t think he deserves it. 

Loves kissing you anywhere but on your lips 

Cheek, forehead, knuckles, shoulders 

(Likes kissing you on the lips a lot too) 

Is actually really good at telling stories when he gets into it??? 

He knows some old ghost stories that chill you to the bone 

On bad days you just walk into his house and lay down in his lap 

“Play with my hair.”  

He rolls with it. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

He recommends books for you to read

He loves a good scary story (classics like Frankenstein and modern stuff like Stephen King) but he also really really loves Soft books you know like sometimes you catch him reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings or Perks of Being a Wallflower 

Doesn’t like telling Civil War stories 

Because fighting for the Confederacy was only the first in a long line of things he’s done that he’s not proud of 

Before Alice found him he was in Europe for World War II

He was on the wrong side of history in his human life 

And fighting for Maria wasn’t exactly a moral triumph

So he figured if he couldn’t help what he was now, he could at least put it toward a good cause 

In some museum archive in Poland there are records of what appear to be animal attacks on Nazi soldiers allowing prisoners to escape

He has a dumb hipster polaroid picture of the two of you that’s practically dissolving because he never goes anywhere without it

uses it as a bookmark 

cards it through his fingers when he’s tense 

carries it in his wallet 

odds of him having it in his hands increase 100% if he hasn’t seen you in a few days 

You wear his Cullen bracelet everywhere 

its like his version of you wearing his letterman jacket 

He feels responsible for you and extremely protective but he tries so hard not to seem overbearing and controlling because he knows what it’s like to be in a relationship where you don’t get a say and he’s scared to death of treating you even close to how Maria treated him 

He has a bite mark on his upper arm/shoulder thats deeper than all the rest 

he’s ashamed of it, and you don’t even see it until you’ve been dating him for over a year 

“Who did this?”  

You run your hand over it and he winces. It still hurts.  

“Lots of people bit me, y/n” 

“Yeah, but you’ve gotta remember this one, it must have hurt like hell-” 

“Maria. It’s from Maria.”  

You never ask about it again but you kiss it every time you get the chance 

Basically you would fight Maria with your bare motherfucking hands

 he loves his motorcycle 

you love his motorcycle 

making out on the motorcycle 

daytrips on the motorcycle 

making out in the back of Emmett’s jeep when the motorcycle is not available 

Emmett catching you guys making out in the back of his jeep 

he comes out during school to grab something and catches Jasper underneath you 

“What–man, c’mon guys, we all sit back there! Go find a broom closet or a movie theater like normal teenagers.” 

Basically Jasper gets to be a kid with you in a way he never really got to before 

You make him watch your stupid TV shows like Parks and Rec

you immediately start calling him Ron Swanson 

probably has a minor internal panic attack when you tell him you’re applying to colleges because he’d never want to hold you back but there are places that he can’t follow you 

this is also the first time he’s really forced to deal with the fact that you’re a human with a human life and human desires and there are things you’ll find out in the world that he can’t ever give you 

you propose to him that night

short, sweet, simple wedding 

(probably telling Lauren and her snide pregnancy comments to go fuck herself) 

You planned the honeymoon (with Alice’s help, of course) 

Flying to Virginia, renting a car, and driving out into the country

Jasper watching the intermittent forests and fields fly by with increasing curiosity before you take a sudden turn onto a gravel drive that leads up to an old farmhouse 

“Are we … spending our honeymoon milking cows?”   

You smile. “It’s ours.” 

“Appalachian State is only a thirty-minute drive from here, and I’ve already been accepted. You’ve got woods to hunt and privacy so you don’t have to hide. Carlisle helped me sign the contract a few weeks ago. It’s ours.” 

Jasper turns you on the night you graduate from college. You are 23. 

He’s spent the last four years fixing up the house. He likes the work and he’s even getting better at controlling his hunger, which is good because you’ll need his help over the next couple of months. You guys have a dog and a cat. Jasper prefers the cat.

You guys heard about Bella’s pregnancy, but Jasper didn’t wanna risk hurting you, and you decided anyway that children were not for you. And if they were, you’d find a way. 

Over the next fifty years, you two start a family like Carlisle did. 

Jasper likes being able to give newborn vampires a good start, and he knows from experience how to help them with their hunger 

You jokingly refer to your little coven as the Lost Boys 

You can think of nothing better you could be doing than helping people like Jasper make lives as vampires instead of becoming monsters. 

The two of you against the world. 

sam uley. 854 words.

Stranded smack dab in the middle of nowhere wasn’t a good way to end the day, especially since your day hadn’t been good in the first place. After doing less than mediocre on a test at school and getting a letter of rejection from your top choice university, all you wanted to do was go home and cry yourself to sleep. It looked like the crying would come a little bit earlier than planned.

Your car’s engine sputtered as your vehicle came to an unintentional halt on the edge of a country road on the outskirts of La Push. You smacked your hands on the steering wheel in anger, the car’s horn honking back in complaint.

Gritting your teeth, you got out of your car and slammed the door shut. You debated walking along the road until you found a residence — surely someone would be willing to help out. But it was already dark and the woods of La Push scared you. Better not add getting eaten by bears onto the list of things that went wrong that day.

As you rubbed your hands together to keep warm, headlights flashed in your direction. Someone pulled up their car behind yours. You quickly straightened your back.

A boy got out — you recognized him from the reservation. Living so close to the Quileutes, you’d gotten acquainted with most of the people your age over the years. But this boy was different from the rest because you’d had a crush on him for as long as you could remember.

Sam Uley. He was the only thing that always made your days suck slightly less. The only problem was that he was already happily dating a girl named Leah Clearwater, which sort of made you miserable at times, but you contented yourself with knowing that you didn’t go to the same school as them and thus didn’t have to see them be lovey-dovey in the halls. It hurt less that way.

“(Y/N),” he greeted. “Car trouble?”

You gave his body a look-over and swallowed hard. Since when did he get so big? He’d grown significantly taller and had bulked up — his forearms were the size of your calves. It was like puberty had hit him twice and had done much better the second time around. Granted that you hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, you were sure that he’d been much smaller the last time the two of you talked.

Looking down at your feet to hide the ever-present blush in your cheeks, you nodded. “Yeah. Stupid thing just stopped when I was driving. I think something’s wrong with the engine.”

Sam expertly popped the hood of your car open and started poking around inside. You hoped he knew what he was doing. After a few minutes, he shook his head.

“It’s your alternator. It died on you, so your battery didn’t charge. Now your battery’s dead too.”

Great, you thought.

“I can give you a ride home,” he offered, “and then come back for your car. I can change the alternator myself if you want. Won’t take long — one hour at the most.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you said. “I’ll just get it to a mechanic.”

“No, come on, it’s the least I can do—”

Sam’s eyes met yours for the first time since he’d gotten out of the car, and he stopped short in the middle of his sentence like something had knocked the wind out of him. His deep brown irises — the ones you constantly dreamed about at night and saw whenever you closed your own eyes — stared back into yours with a flicker of something you couldn’t recognize.

“Sam? You okay?”

He took in such a deep breath that his whole posture changed. His forehead creased, and you swore you’d never seen Sam Uley so… different.

“I’m fine. Get in the car.” It probably hadn’t meant to come out as an order, but it shook you down to your kneecaps. You grabbed your backpack from the passenger seat of your car and got into his without saying a word.

In fact, silent was the best way to describe the whole ride home with Sam. And tense, too. You didn’t know what you’d done to piss him off. He looked like he was in physical pain; his knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel.

It hurt you to know that he was so uncomfortable around you. Maybe he realized you liked him and he was trying to politely — or not so politely — tell you he wasn’t interested.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said when he dropped you off at your house.

“You’re welcome.” Sam’s tone was slightly odd, like he was straining against something invisible pressing on his chest. “I’ll bring your car over tomorrow.”

You watched him drive away until he completely disappeared in the darkness. Blinking back tears you didn’t even know had formed, you hurried up to your room before they spilled out in front of your family.

Otherworldly Landscape Photography by Dylan Furst Captures Kerouac’s Adventures On the Road

Imagine the moment when something inside your TC finally snaps. The deep and dark confusion in his eyes. His clenched jaw. And the slight panic in his expression. Imagine it clearly.

The moment that he realizes that he wants you. Not just as his student. Not just as someone he wants to impart knowledge to.

Major Jasper Whitlock 

Human in 1968

Lied about his age to join the Vietnam War, and quickly rose through the ranks despite his age. While evacuating a small Vietnamese village, the platoons three nurses, the Southerland Sisters, stayed back and insisted on speaking to the major privately. Was last seen leaving his platoon mates to talk to the sister, all four of them disappeared nearly immediately after the event.