drabble meme; part one
note: for those who have joined or are watching this community for my icons (THANK YOU SO MUCH for that, btw ♥) this is the first of three parts; so i won't be spamming your flists with it too much. i don't write enough to make a separate fic journal, and plus, i like keeping everything in one place :)
also, fics contain breaking dawn spoilers.
title; suddenly i see
fandom; twilight
pairing; jasper/angela
rating; pg-13
summary; jasper always knew there was something special about angela.
note; requested by shinyfairylight
Angela’s laughter rang through the room as Ben twirled her, the skirts of her blush pink dress fanning out. Her excitement and laughter was infectious. Even amongst the company of the stunning Rosalie, the effervescent Alice, and the bridal beauty of Bella; she managed to turn heads.
“Ben, I’m going to get a drink,” she grins, kissing him quickly before making her way off the dance floor.
Jasper was leaning against the bar, holding a drink in his hand; shifting it to the other hand now and then so no one would notice the level wasn’t going down. It was this part of being in public with humans he didn’t enjoy, this need to perform for the sake of appearances. He watched Alice fixing Bella’s train, smiling at her enthusiasm.
“Jasper! It’s so good to see you!”
He turned to see Angela’s beaming face. Jasper had rarely dealt with emotions as pure and sweet as Angela’s. From the moment he met her, she had always been the most gentle of spirits; a lily amongst the roses and weeds of adolescent high schoolers.
“Angela,” he smiled, “You look well.”
“I am, Jasper, I am. And you haven’t changed one bit,” she gave a cheeky little laugh before turning to order her drink.
“You should come dance with us,” Angela invited, nodding encouragingly.
“Oh, no, I…I don’t really dance,” Jasper confessed.
“Silly. Anyone can dance,” she took his hand in hers, “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” And then she was gone, in a flurry of joy, excitement and that special sincerity that was only hers. Jasper let it wash over him, savouring it.
He stayed by the bar, just watching. But this time, it was long, honey locks that caught his attention.
title; slow dancing in a burning room
fandom; twilight
pairing; sam/leah
rating; pg-13
summary; happier times of the past, on the brink of disaster.
note; requested by anythingbutgrey
Leah lowers the match to the half-melted candle, the soft glow of fire light illuminating her serene features. Sam watches her, his eyes bright with affection. Her eyes catch his briefly before she looks away; an embarrassed but pleased blush dappling her dark cheeks.
“Stop,” she mutters, trying to conceal her smile.
She looks up. He was still looking of course. Laughing, she reaches over and playfully pushes his face aside.
“I said stop!”
His hand slides up to cover hers, the slow, sensual movement sending shivers through her body. He gently spreads her fingers out; like a blooming flower; and leans down to press a soft kiss against her palm. Neither of them is laughing anymore; two pairs of eyes downcast and dark with desire.
“You were saying?” he murmurs, kissing her palm again.
Wrapping her free hand around his neck, she pulls herself closer, settling herself on his lap. Their mouths collide, fiery kisses consuming them both.
“Stay,” Sam whispers against her willing lips, his fingertips scorching against her skin.
Leah groans, pulling away reluctantly, “I can’t. I just remembered; my cousin Emily is coming tomorrow morning. I have to help her settle in.” A half-hearted kiss is shared, mirroring her disappointment.
Sam growls playfully, “Is she going to steal you away from me? I don’t know if I’m ok with that, Leah,” he buries his head into the crook of her neck, peppering kisses across her soft skin.
She pulls his head back, fingers tangling in his long hair and meeting his half-lidded gaze with her intense one, “Never. I’ll always be yours.”
Their foreheads meet, noses grazing. “Always?” he whispers.
“Always.”
title; twisted logic
fandom; twilight
pairing; jasper/bella
rating; pg-13
summary; she's not your usual newborn.
note; requested by whisperwords
It didn’t make sense, it didn’t make any sense. She was supposed to be uncontrollable, a beast hell-bent on nothing but blood and driven by thirst and only thirst.
She was much too calm; she was going to snap any second - he knew it, she was going to snap and they would have to try and subdue her, and erase the damage she dealt.
But she never did.
It was maddening. Newborns did not behave like this, and he had strung the tension between them so tight it hurt.
“Do you have a problem with me, Jasper?”
He turned and there she was; beautiful and pale, red eyes glowing in the dim light. It wasn’t right; she wasn’t supposed to be able to notice his behaviour, much less care about the state of their relationship.
“You…you shouldn’t be able to even ask me that,” his voice is low, refusing to meet her eyes.
Confidence swelled in Bella’s chest; she wasn’t a fragile human girl anymore. She stepped closer, her new eyes catching the tightening of his jaw muscles. She loved it, this newfound confidence, the ability to unsettle someone like Jasper.
“Does that upset you?” she whispers, her voice far too soft and husky to be merely friendly.
He reacts sharply, turning to face her, eyes burning. Old Bella would’ve gasped and cowered, one shaking hand flying up to her mouth as incoherent apologies spilled out. New Bella met his gaze with an amused smirk.
He doesn’t even realise she’s there until he feels her lips graze his ear, “Maybe what upsets you is that you don’t want to realise that you do like this new me, a little too much.”
And then she’s gone, her laughing crimson eyes burning in his memory.
“Dammit,” he growls.
title; what makes a man break a heart with ease
fandom; twilight
pairing; jacob/leah
rating; pg-13
summary; her bitter heart shatters from one too many wounds.
note; requested by heiress_stina
Leah knew what had happened as soon as she saw him.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” she spat the words out, her eyes blazing, “You’ve imprinted, haven’t you?”
Imprinting. The bane of her entire fucking existence. It was about as romantic as drowning; infatuation filling your lungs until you choke and give in to it. She didn’t think of it as love. Love is a powerful, triumphant force; not a sadistic shackle.
The look in Sam, Jared, Quil and now Paul’s eyes sickened her. It reminded her every time of her life destroyed by this curse. Every smile, every wide-eye was laden with syrupy adoration that burned like acid in her gut. She was glad to have left Sam’s pack.
And now it had followed her here.
“She’s beautiful, Leah,” Jacob whispered in awe, “She’s…perfect.”
That was it. All her pent-up frustrations and fury burst out of her in a glory of fangs and fur as she clawed off the guarded, broken girl inside. Caught off guard, he shifted reflexively only when she had pinned him firmly to the ground; her thoughts assaulting him brutally.
Do you think your affection for this half-breed is anything less than a huge, fucking cosmic joke? You would’ve never cared for her if it weren’t for imprinting! Maybe you weren’t happy before, maybe your love for Bella was doomed, maybe things were fucking up but you were still Jacob! You still had will, you still had choice, you still had a life that was YOURS! And what do you have now? A mutant child, to have and to hold, till death do you both. Fucking. Part.
Jacob lay there stunned, as Leah slowly lowered her head, defeated. Her words came like a whisper now, sinking into the depths of his mind like mist.
There is no reason for it, Jacob. There is no reason for any of it. Just falseness and more pain than you can ever imagine. We don’t ask to be werewolves, we don’t ask for a lot of things - yet we still take them on our shoulders. You’d think the freedom to love who we wished would be something too sacred to meddle with; one final shred of humanity to hang onto. But no, nothing is sacred in this world, Jacob. Nothing. Just one fucked up thing after another.
She wasn’t just talking to him now, and they both knew it. Things weren’t going to change, and they both knew it. But those small glimmers of doubt and reason that had flickered across Jacob’s mind during her barrage of words were enough for her. Because for those brief moments, someone imprinted wasn’t just tolerating her, but really truly did understand.
title; fix you
fandom; twilight
pairing; rosalie/jasper
rating; pg-13
summary; she didn't think it would be like this; but she needed the truth more than she realised.
note; requested by inksplotched
It wasn’t what she expected. She’d guarded this child while it was still enwombed; guarding her so fiercely that she divided her family with her unwavering loyalty to the life of the child and nothing else.
She had hoped it would in some way appease the perpetual ache within her; a pain forever frozen within her perfect form. She was drowning in her capacity to love; and thought that if bearing her own child was impossible - Bella’s child would be the answer.
But watching Renesmee reach out with one tiny hand to press against the cold cheek of her stunned mother; it was more raw than ever before. She knew in that moment, the two of them were connecting in a way she would never, ever experience. All she had ever wanted was right in front of her. But it belonged to Bella.
She didn’t even remember bursting out of the room, but she found herself outside; her face twisted in anguish, one hand pressed tightly against her barren stomach.
Like the warmth of a rising sun, a steady calm slowly filled her as she felt the pain slowly ebb away.
Jasper.
“No!” she cried, fiercely. This was too significant to let Jasper cheapen it by taking it away so easily.
“Rose…,” his quiet voice swelled with sympathy and love.
Rosalie lifted her head to meet his pained eyes, “Let me feel,” she whispered, “Let me feel so I can finally, finally fall apart. Then you can rebuild me.”
Jasper closed the distance between them in one long stride, holding her tight. Though it killed him to do it; slowly but surely, he let her grief seep back into her being. He could feel each new crack in her heart; the sound earth-shattering to his ears; until she was only shards.
But he held her together.
also, fics contain breaking dawn spoilers.
title; suddenly i see
fandom; twilight
pairing; jasper/angela
rating; pg-13
summary; jasper always knew there was something special about angela.
note; requested by shinyfairylight
Angela’s laughter rang through the room as Ben twirled her, the skirts of her blush pink dress fanning out. Her excitement and laughter was infectious. Even amongst the company of the stunning Rosalie, the effervescent Alice, and the bridal beauty of Bella; she managed to turn heads.
“Ben, I’m going to get a drink,” she grins, kissing him quickly before making her way off the dance floor.
Jasper was leaning against the bar, holding a drink in his hand; shifting it to the other hand now and then so no one would notice the level wasn’t going down. It was this part of being in public with humans he didn’t enjoy, this need to perform for the sake of appearances. He watched Alice fixing Bella’s train, smiling at her enthusiasm.
“Jasper! It’s so good to see you!”
He turned to see Angela’s beaming face. Jasper had rarely dealt with emotions as pure and sweet as Angela’s. From the moment he met her, she had always been the most gentle of spirits; a lily amongst the roses and weeds of adolescent high schoolers.
“Angela,” he smiled, “You look well.”
“I am, Jasper, I am. And you haven’t changed one bit,” she gave a cheeky little laugh before turning to order her drink.
“You should come dance with us,” Angela invited, nodding encouragingly.
“Oh, no, I…I don’t really dance,” Jasper confessed.
“Silly. Anyone can dance,” she took his hand in hers, “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” And then she was gone, in a flurry of joy, excitement and that special sincerity that was only hers. Jasper let it wash over him, savouring it.
He stayed by the bar, just watching. But this time, it was long, honey locks that caught his attention.
title; slow dancing in a burning room
fandom; twilight
pairing; sam/leah
rating; pg-13
summary; happier times of the past, on the brink of disaster.
note; requested by anythingbutgrey
Leah lowers the match to the half-melted candle, the soft glow of fire light illuminating her serene features. Sam watches her, his eyes bright with affection. Her eyes catch his briefly before she looks away; an embarrassed but pleased blush dappling her dark cheeks.
“Stop,” she mutters, trying to conceal her smile.
She looks up. He was still looking of course. Laughing, she reaches over and playfully pushes his face aside.
“I said stop!”
His hand slides up to cover hers, the slow, sensual movement sending shivers through her body. He gently spreads her fingers out; like a blooming flower; and leans down to press a soft kiss against her palm. Neither of them is laughing anymore; two pairs of eyes downcast and dark with desire.
“You were saying?” he murmurs, kissing her palm again.
Wrapping her free hand around his neck, she pulls herself closer, settling herself on his lap. Their mouths collide, fiery kisses consuming them both.
“Stay,” Sam whispers against her willing lips, his fingertips scorching against her skin.
Leah groans, pulling away reluctantly, “I can’t. I just remembered; my cousin Emily is coming tomorrow morning. I have to help her settle in.” A half-hearted kiss is shared, mirroring her disappointment.
Sam growls playfully, “Is she going to steal you away from me? I don’t know if I’m ok with that, Leah,” he buries his head into the crook of her neck, peppering kisses across her soft skin.
She pulls his head back, fingers tangling in his long hair and meeting his half-lidded gaze with her intense one, “Never. I’ll always be yours.”
Their foreheads meet, noses grazing. “Always?” he whispers.
“Always.”
title; twisted logic
fandom; twilight
pairing; jasper/bella
rating; pg-13
summary; she's not your usual newborn.
note; requested by whisperwords
It didn’t make sense, it didn’t make any sense. She was supposed to be uncontrollable, a beast hell-bent on nothing but blood and driven by thirst and only thirst.
She was much too calm; she was going to snap any second - he knew it, she was going to snap and they would have to try and subdue her, and erase the damage she dealt.
But she never did.
It was maddening. Newborns did not behave like this, and he had strung the tension between them so tight it hurt.
“Do you have a problem with me, Jasper?”
He turned and there she was; beautiful and pale, red eyes glowing in the dim light. It wasn’t right; she wasn’t supposed to be able to notice his behaviour, much less care about the state of their relationship.
“You…you shouldn’t be able to even ask me that,” his voice is low, refusing to meet her eyes.
Confidence swelled in Bella’s chest; she wasn’t a fragile human girl anymore. She stepped closer, her new eyes catching the tightening of his jaw muscles. She loved it, this newfound confidence, the ability to unsettle someone like Jasper.
“Does that upset you?” she whispers, her voice far too soft and husky to be merely friendly.
He reacts sharply, turning to face her, eyes burning. Old Bella would’ve gasped and cowered, one shaking hand flying up to her mouth as incoherent apologies spilled out. New Bella met his gaze with an amused smirk.
He doesn’t even realise she’s there until he feels her lips graze his ear, “Maybe what upsets you is that you don’t want to realise that you do like this new me, a little too much.”
And then she’s gone, her laughing crimson eyes burning in his memory.
“Dammit,” he growls.
title; what makes a man break a heart with ease
fandom; twilight
pairing; jacob/leah
rating; pg-13
summary; her bitter heart shatters from one too many wounds.
note; requested by heiress_stina
Leah knew what had happened as soon as she saw him.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” she spat the words out, her eyes blazing, “You’ve imprinted, haven’t you?”
Imprinting. The bane of her entire fucking existence. It was about as romantic as drowning; infatuation filling your lungs until you choke and give in to it. She didn’t think of it as love. Love is a powerful, triumphant force; not a sadistic shackle.
The look in Sam, Jared, Quil and now Paul’s eyes sickened her. It reminded her every time of her life destroyed by this curse. Every smile, every wide-eye was laden with syrupy adoration that burned like acid in her gut. She was glad to have left Sam’s pack.
And now it had followed her here.
“She’s beautiful, Leah,” Jacob whispered in awe, “She’s…perfect.”
That was it. All her pent-up frustrations and fury burst out of her in a glory of fangs and fur as she clawed off the guarded, broken girl inside. Caught off guard, he shifted reflexively only when she had pinned him firmly to the ground; her thoughts assaulting him brutally.
Do you think your affection for this half-breed is anything less than a huge, fucking cosmic joke? You would’ve never cared for her if it weren’t for imprinting! Maybe you weren’t happy before, maybe your love for Bella was doomed, maybe things were fucking up but you were still Jacob! You still had will, you still had choice, you still had a life that was YOURS! And what do you have now? A mutant child, to have and to hold, till death do you both. Fucking. Part.
Jacob lay there stunned, as Leah slowly lowered her head, defeated. Her words came like a whisper now, sinking into the depths of his mind like mist.
There is no reason for it, Jacob. There is no reason for any of it. Just falseness and more pain than you can ever imagine. We don’t ask to be werewolves, we don’t ask for a lot of things - yet we still take them on our shoulders. You’d think the freedom to love who we wished would be something too sacred to meddle with; one final shred of humanity to hang onto. But no, nothing is sacred in this world, Jacob. Nothing. Just one fucked up thing after another.
She wasn’t just talking to him now, and they both knew it. Things weren’t going to change, and they both knew it. But those small glimmers of doubt and reason that had flickered across Jacob’s mind during her barrage of words were enough for her. Because for those brief moments, someone imprinted wasn’t just tolerating her, but really truly did understand.
title; fix you
fandom; twilight
pairing; rosalie/jasper
rating; pg-13
summary; she didn't think it would be like this; but she needed the truth more than she realised.
note; requested by inksplotched
It wasn’t what she expected. She’d guarded this child while it was still enwombed; guarding her so fiercely that she divided her family with her unwavering loyalty to the life of the child and nothing else.
She had hoped it would in some way appease the perpetual ache within her; a pain forever frozen within her perfect form. She was drowning in her capacity to love; and thought that if bearing her own child was impossible - Bella’s child would be the answer.
But watching Renesmee reach out with one tiny hand to press against the cold cheek of her stunned mother; it was more raw than ever before. She knew in that moment, the two of them were connecting in a way she would never, ever experience. All she had ever wanted was right in front of her. But it belonged to Bella.
She didn’t even remember bursting out of the room, but she found herself outside; her face twisted in anguish, one hand pressed tightly against her barren stomach.
Like the warmth of a rising sun, a steady calm slowly filled her as she felt the pain slowly ebb away.
Jasper.
“No!” she cried, fiercely. This was too significant to let Jasper cheapen it by taking it away so easily.
“Rose…,” his quiet voice swelled with sympathy and love.
Rosalie lifted her head to meet his pained eyes, “Let me feel,” she whispered, “Let me feel so I can finally, finally fall apart. Then you can rebuild me.”
Jasper closed the distance between them in one long stride, holding her tight. Though it killed him to do it; slowly but surely, he let her grief seep back into her being. He could feel each new crack in her heart; the sound earth-shattering to his ears; until she was only shards.
But he held her together.