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Heyyy everyone. I hope everyone has been well!!!! I wrote this on my main blog but I’d like to promote here as well: It’d be great if you guys checked out my Etsy Shop !!!
I write commissions :D Full description in the shop but I’ll write personalized one-shots (+a spotify playlist!) for you guys! There are many fandoms (more than this blog I think)
it’s found in my blog guide, im trying this as a way to write more while also pay for college... wooooo
Anyway!! Hopefully I will be back with more writing soon. I’ve been focused on my studies (and my books on wattpad) but I’ll be back
What?: Tony Stark thought he was tired of love, but maybe he was wrong.
Word Count: 1409
A/N: This is a repost/me moving my works to tumblr for convenience :) In my mind this is set somewhere after Iron Man 3 and Pepper left him a while ago.(P/d) Preferred Drink
sorry for the obvious lack of content, and to any dms or asks unanswered, im finishing up my senior year of high school so I’m a little more focus on that :(
Once i find a moment to breathe, I’ll go back to posting again. Thanks so much!
Hi, so I didn’t think I’d have to make a post about this but here I am. I’ve made a DNI portion of my blog guide on both of my blogs (@jasperswh0re).
It’s come to my attention that some bigoted people are following me (I thought I did an okay job steering clear of this so I guess not.) I’ve already blocked some people and I will NOT hesitate if I come across more.
Here’s a list just so you are all aware rn, feel free to reblog too but this is just me elaborating.
Do NOT interact if you are:
A Terf/Transphobic, homophobic, anti-native/anti-semitic, racist, are just generally hateful towards marginalized groups
Didn’t think I’d have to elaborate but don’t be an asshole. If you “disagree” with these people’s experiences, beliefs, way of life or whatever you’re an asshole bigot playing into this whole misogynistic racist society.
A nazi, a bootlicker (a Blue Lives Matter supporter), Trump supporter, or right-leaning politically
I don’t fucking care for any of your reasons if you are one of these. No discussion. If you feel the need to defend yourself you’re just defending your bigoted way of life. And I don’t care if you don’t think you’re bigoted, get the fuck away from my blog.
A MAP or support MAPS
It’s not a sexuality it’s fucking gross. Go to prison don’t come to my blog
A JK Rowling/Smeyer/Tom Felton or Phelps twins supporter
Yes, I write for their characters on my other blog but I absolutely despise them both. They aren’t revolutionary writers/actors, they profit off of their racism and transphobia.
This is a safe space. Anyone who falls under these categories is not welcome. Go take your hateful gross asses elsewhere
Hi friends. I need more Twilight blogs to follow so please like or reblog this if you post anything about Twilight (even if you post about other things please). Also, if you feel called please follow this account. I have no followers and want to be a part of this fandom but feel like I am reblogging things into an endless void. Lol. Thank you. If I follow you, it will be from my main blog @sisterofartemis
Part four! Sorry this is so late. Also sorry it’s kinda short. Gender neutral reader as always :D also I finally realized a good ending to this series, there might be only a few more parts left
Summary: Raylan finds out why you’re in Kentucky. And it seems that you’re the calm before the storm.
Word count: 1,446
Warnings: Alludes to sexy times but its skipped over (i dont write smut, sorry)
part three
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You were forced into protection by the U.S. Marshall service the morning after the attack. Raylan didn’t give you much of a choice. The unanswered question still lingered in the air.
You never answered him. You’ve been dead silent since the night before. It was starting to give him a headache. Actually, maybe that was the hangover.
Raylan was pacing around his workspace, waiting for your interview with his coworkers to end. He didn’t have the opportunity to sit in on the interview since Art said it was a conflict of interest.
Eventually, Rachel and Tim left the conference room simultaneously. You stayed in your seat while thinking over everything. Raylan wanted to go and comfort you but he needed answers.
The look in his eyes was enough for Rachel to skip past him, throwing some excuse to grab a coffee. Tim attempted to do the same but Raylan placed a hand on his coworker’s chest and stopped him in his place.
“Why are they here?” Tim remained silent. “Tim-” He said slowly, keeping his eyes on the ground- “If I don’t know why they’re here... Then I can’t help them. Any information you give me can save their life.”
The deputy looked to the side and sighed, “They’re in Kentucky because of some sort of family thing.”
“Family thing?”
Tim met his friend’s eyes, “They’re distantly related to the Crowder’s. They suspect that Bo Crowder is after them.”
Raylan was frozen where he stood. His eyes flickered to you in the conference room. The rim of his hat barely hid his deadly glance.
You were messing with a dent on the table. You could feel his stare. All you wanted to do was melt away forever.
“Alright,” Raylan held his composure. “I’m taking them out of town.”
“Art knew you would say that. I’m coming with you.”
The majority of the car ride was silent and Tim could feel the tension in the air. As he sat in the passenger’s seat, his eyes would dart between you and Raylan.
You were comfortable in the backseat. Tim was kind enough to get you coffee from the office, as crappy as it was. As usual, you were unnervingly calm.
Raylan tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, biting down on his lower lip. Everything he wanted to let out he held in for as long as he could.
The two marshalls came to the conclusion that it would be best if you stayed at Raylan’s motel. Your room was next door and easy access for both of them. But the three of you stayed in Raylan’s room for the time being. You still never spoke.
“Well, I’m gonna turn in,” Tim stood. “Raylan, are you taking the bed or will you be a gracious host?”
Raylan threw a playful glare at his coworker and gestured towards the bed. You stood from your seat across from him.
“I’ll walk you back to your room,” Raylan stood up quicker than any bullet shot from his gun. You held up a hand to stop him but he followed anyway.
“Goodnight, Raylan,” You said, facing the doorway and clutching the knob. Raylan flipped you around by the shoulder, keeping you against the wooden frame.
“What is the matter with you?”
“Excuse me?” You stared at him with a certain harshness. His brown eyes were desperate.
“You’re- ...You’re insane! You’re completely insane, (Y/n),” Raylan whined. “Someone is after you and you’re sitting like a duck. A duck waiting to be shot.”
“I am not a duck, Raylan.”
“You know that’s not the point,” He stuck his finger at you.
"Then what is the point?”
Raylan’s voice went up in volume. “The point is that you’re not afraid!”
“Why should I be?” You matched his voice.
“Because you could die!” Raylan lifted his hands as if he was about to cup your face but didn’t. His large hands dropped while he stared at the floor, trying to wipe the stress off of his face.
“The fact is you nearly died,” He talked slowly. “...And with your lack of a response to the situation... I am inclined to believe that you’re not bothered by that fact.”
It took a while for you to respond.
“I’m not.”
“Why?” He whined. “Why in the world are you okay with that?”
You looked away from his face, afraid of what you could say when staring into his eyes. “I’m not okay with it. It’s just... complicated.”
“Try me.”
You looked back at him after a moment passed. It dawned on you that he hadn’t stopped staring at you in the past thirty-six hours. Like you would vanish at any second.
The Kentucky breeze flew by your figures. A cool comparison to the heat your bodies shared.
Raylan was so worried. You hated to see him like this. If he knew the truth, would it make everything better or worse?
You drew a long sigh and pushed Raylan onto the outdoor furniture on the porch. His hard gaze remained.
“Assuming you know I’m related to the Crowder’s,” You began. “Only distantly... But not distant enough.”
“I’m aware of the Crowders,” Raylan said. “I didn’t know you were from Harlan.”
“I’m not,” You said. “Not really. My parents had me in Louisiana, but when I was three I moved to Kentucky. In another small town not far from Harlan... We visited often.”
You scratched your forearm, suddenly nervous. Raylan had never seen you like this. You continued.
“Long story short, my parents got involved in the drug business that Bo Crowder was in charge of. They never repaid their debts and...” You could feel yourself tearing up. “Now they’re gone. They had someone sent up to Oregon to off them... Honestly, the Crowder’s have been tormenting my life since.”
You didn’t dare look him in the eye as he placed a comforting hand on your back.
“I figured I would just get it over with... I have no money to spare so-”
“So you just offer yourself up... Like- like... Some sort of sacrifice?” Raylan stared at you wildly.
“I have nothing to lose, Raylan,” You met his furious eyes. “I have nothing left in my life. The only family I had left in the world is gone.”
All Raylan could do was stare at you. He watched as silent tears trickled down your cheeks. He inched towards your figure and inclined his head to place a subtle kiss on your cheek, where the tear streaks ran.
You looked at him dumbfounded and found yourself unable to speak. Raylan gently kissed your other cheek, then continued to do this until his lips met yours. They were hesitant. Gentle. You leaned into his body, finally allowing him in.
Your hands lifted to his cheeks. You could feel the stubble on his skin as you inhaled his scent. He tasted like whiskey but smelled like Cypress.
Somewhere along the lines of this, you found yourself pressed against the cushiony duvet of your motel bed. Raylan’s large hands trailed all over your body as you did your best to rip off his extra clothing.
By the end of the night, you both were cozied under the covers. Raylan’s grasp on you was tight. With one arm under and another over your torso, his head rested comfortably on your own, you stayed in a spooning position. Neither of you spoke for a long time but remained awake.
“I’m here,” Raylan finally said.
You hummed in response, too tired to speak.
“You said everyone was gone... Well... I’m here,” His southern drawl was deep and full of compassion.
“Raylan...”
“No, no... You had your time to speak,” He said. “...You know... I’ve been running around this damned state for weeks. Hell of a lot longer before you came along.”
You stayed silent.
“And I get it. I know how easy it is to give up. I don’t love it here, not as much as the next person,” He chuckled. “But laying eyes on you, that day we met... Life felt a little different in Kentucky. I found myself involuntarily looking for you... How weird is that?”
You gave a tiny laugh, holding Raylan’s hand against your beating heart. “Kinda weird...”
He sighed, “Then I saw you in that bar again. For a split second, it was like I could breathe. It was like I was drowning and you were the breath of fresh air.”
Taking in Raylan’s words, you didn’t say a thing. You slowly kissed his fingertips before falling into a deep sleep. When your breathing steadied, Raylan nestled his face into the crook of your neck. He slept peacefully for the first time in weeks.
heyy sorry to bother you and idk if your still doing requests but can you do a jasper hale x reader fluff where she’s walking down the isle when they get married something like that idk how to word it but that would be amazing thank you !
yes aaaa this is so cute!!!! I am such a sucker for weddings, especially writing them. Also, I’ve provided a little background music when the time comes (you’ll know when) so feel free to listen while reading. Not required tho!!
Summary: It’s finally your wedding day. You and Jasper have been nervous for the entire day, but the moment you land eyes on each other you know you’re meant to be.
Word count: 1,230
Warnings: None
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Jasper was as stiff as a board. All he could do was stare out of the window, anticipating the next hour. Edward and Emmett would rotate through to check on him but otherwise, he was left alone with his thoughts.
He had been ready for hours. He could care less about how he looked but Alice was determined for this wedding to go smoothly. Had she not been with you, he assumed she would be by his side in reassurance. She was his best friend.
Jasper exhaled in an attempt to let go of stress but it was no use. Nothing could shake his worries. A few moments later he felt Emmett and Edward approach.
“It’s almost time,” Edward said, his voice just above a murmur.
Jasper nodded but didn’t look at his brothers.
You paced around the room, nibbling on the edges of your fingertips. Rosalie and Bella sat on a couch not far from you, watching your anxious form, bored. Alice was the only one standing, her hands held up to keep you calm.
“He wants to do this, (Y/n), please... Just put on the dress.”
You were completely ready besides putting on the wedding gown. It was gorgeous. But your mind couldn’t think that far ahead.
“But what if he doesn’t?” You cried.
“He does,” Bella interjected.
“Jasper was terrified to even touch me six months ago...” You whined. “Maybe this is moving too fast...”
“Impossible,” Rosalie sighed. “You’ve known each other for four years. You’ve known about all of us being vampires for two. He trusts you. He wants you.”
“And I don’t see a single future where he doesn’t go through with this,” Alice placed a hand on your shoulder. You looked at her with terrified eyes. “Or a single one where you don’t either.”
You stared at Alice a little longer to see a trace of insincerity. After a moment, you found none. Even if she was lying it didn’t matter. The love you and Jasper share was greater than any possibility.
“Alright... Let’s do this.”
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Jasper was like a statue on the altar. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe you didn’t want to go through with this, you just felt obligated. What if he killed you? What if he couldn’t stop himself while turning you?
These questions ran through his mind until he felt Edward’s hand on his back.
“Calm down,” He said. Jasper turned toward his brother also to see Emmett not far behind. The bulky man threw a pair of thumbs up.
Before he could respond music sounded in the woods. Esme had pressed play on a speaker since no one hired a musician. The beginning notes of Hallelujah managed to calm him down some. You always wanted this song to play during your wedding. No matter how cheesy or cliché
For the first time that day, Jasper smiled. All the memories he shared with you flowed through his mind.
The two of you were getting married on a trail that you guys walked every morning at the crack of dawn. You were the first human he met that willingly woke up that early. He could recall the first time the two of you found this trail in high school. The smile grew wider on his face.
Once you graduated Carlisle had a cabin built not far from where Jasper stood. At any moment you were going to show up on the trail. To share forever.
“She’s coming,” Edward whispered. “Don’t get cold feet.”
“You know I can’t help that,” Jasper joked. Edward chuckled.
Jasper stared at the woods once more, looking past the barren chairs. It was a small wedding. Only a few members of the pack sat in the seats, with Esme sitting in the front. On the other side sat your parents.
Another moment passed and excitement fluttered. He could feel his sister’s anticipation. He could feel your worry. It was refreshing for him to know you felt the same as he did.
Reneesme walked into view, throwing buttercups onto the trail. She smiled widely at Jasper before joining her grandmother.
You weren’t far behind Alice, Bella, and Rosalie, violently clutching onto your bouquet of flowers. You did your best to keep steady, staring down at your feet. One step at a time, you thought.
The music filled your ears in moments. It was time. All of your worries washed away when you could see the buttercups on the forest floor.
Jasper was calming you down.
You mentally cursed him, making sure he could feel your annoyance.
You drew in a breath when your bridesmaids found their places on the altar. You stared up at your fiance with wide eyes.
Nothing else mattered in the world for Jasper. All he could see was you. You shone brightly amongst the green hues of the forest. This image of you will forever be engraved into his mind.
The love between you both was immeasurable. Tears immediately welled up and you couldn't hold them in. If possible, Jasper would be tearing up all the same.
Your warm hands met his and you both looked to Carlisle, who was officiating the wedding.
“I’d like to begin by welcoming everyone and thanking each and every one of you for being here on this most happy of days,” Carlisle began. “We know that it’s no accident that Jasper and (Y/n) are standing here before us. Now, I’m not going to ramble, so I’ll let them share their vows. (Y/n)...”
“Jasper,” You said. “I had no clue what I was walking into when entering a relationship with you. I had no idea of the adventures and possibilities that would follow.
“But I am beyond grateful for it all. The good and the bad. I’m grateful even for the good and the bad that will come. Because that’s what love does. It makes you accept the beautiful and ugly that comes with a person. It makes you vulnerable at probably the worst times.
“So as I stand here in front of you, I am saying that I love you. This love I feel is limitless and overflowing. For you, I’m for it all. Good, bad, pretty, and ugly. I am with you... for you... in love with you,” You finished.
Carlisle nodded his head at Jasper to begin.
Jasper cleared his throat, his eyes still glued onto you, “(Y/n)... The day I met you... I never foresaw this moment.”
A smile grew wide on your lips as he spoke.
“The love I knew before meeting you was not the kind of love that neither you nor I deserve,” Jasper said. “You came along while I was healing, while I was hurting. You showed a new, profound love that my words cannot describe. For once... It made me look forward to the future.
"Every day, every moment I spend with you... You reignite my soul. You remind my heart of the love we share. That love is immortal. Ever burning. Forevermore,” Jasper said. “I love you (Y/n) (L/n).”
Jasper didn’t wait for a second for Carlisle to say the words. His cold lips pressed against your own as he dipped your body. You happily clung onto the edges of his coat, smiling into the kiss.
When you pulled away everyone was clapping. Yet the both of you could only hear each other’s whispers.
