Twilight Imagines

accent - Jasper Whitlock

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Summary; "Could you please do something with Jasper Hale having a fellow Texan as a mate? Maybe the two using slang to communicate & none of the other cullens understand. thank you" -

Warnings; fluff

Word Count; 1,200 words

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It started off harmless between you and Jasper. When he would pronounce certain words with his accent poking out, you'd tease him about it. But it got enough to the point where he was starting to notice that you have an accent too.

You just don't let it show through as much as he manages to. Which he was utterly fascinated with, if you're being honest. He spent the entire first day—when he found out—grilling the hell out of you.

The conversation never stopped when it came to him. And eventually he'd irritated you enough to the point where you'd turned to him plainly and let it loose. To say that he was shocked would be an understatement.

Jasper didn't know what to think of it at first. The fact that you'd been able to hide your accent better than he's able to. And he's been practicing for decades. While you on the other hand, learned in a few years.

It's just so much easier hiding the accent. When you move schools too much, you're the new person at the school. And nothing is more interesting than the new girl with an accent. You're sure if anyone was let on over the fact you had one, you wouldn't be able to shut up.

Merry because of the fact that they'd be asking for you to say shit all the time. This pronunciation over that. Why does it all matter? Caramel, caramel, it's all the same. It's not like it magically changes to something else when the word is said differently.

Anyway, after you'd completely yelled at Jasper in the thickest accent you have—it wasn't voluntary, you wish you could take it all back now—he won't let it go. And it started a little competition between you two.

Little words, or rather phrases would replace a sentence. Instead of saying something like, "Hey, you did good", it was automatically replaced with "Get-r-done", which is the equivalent.

Or a common misunderstanding with people, the term "bless your heart" is basically a big fuck you to anyone you say it to. Not a thank you for whatever you're doing for a person, or whatever. It's not a term of gratitude.

So with those little words or phrases, the accent you have would slowly become more prominent. And it's the same for Jasper, because of how frusterated he started growing.

How much do you know? Is the question that you're guessing he asks himself about you. And the answer is, after living in Texas for a good portion of your life, and even in this day and age—since he hasn't been there in god knows how long—you know a lot more. Things change, and you were there for some of it.

Then, the words and phrases turned into full-blown sentences with accents that are hardly understandable anymore.

The looks you get from everyone is hilarious, of course. Sometimes in the middle of a sentence, you'll catch a glimpse of Rosalie or Emmett's face and their look or cluelessness will make you break off into a fit of laughter. Which eventually triggers Jasper to laugh too.

The only person that seems to understand everything is Edward. But there's times he looks like he's going to have a stroke. His face will twist with confusion or wonder just before the words will come out, and then it's surprise.

Maybe he doesn't understand that you have to make an effort just to pronounce words in the 'normal' way. You can't just say it without thinking about it. But if you do it too much, then you've fucked yourself over and you don't know how to say it anymore.

Anyway, Edward is having as much fun as the rest of them are.

They've tried to stop it too, by talking to you guys. But it doesn't stop, because Jasper started that too. Whenever anyone talks to either of you, you have to talk in the accent and it has to be the most authentic one you can muster.

Everyone else hates it, but you find it absolutely hilarious. The jokes don't stop, and Jasper is never not surprised.

"I'm thinking he should just bring out The Major, to teach her a lesson," Rosalie mutters under her breath to Emmett, but you catch it clear.

"Aight, who?" you ask, you can see Alice give Rosalie a disapproving look, but there's a hint of a smile.

"Jasper's alter ego," Emmett tells you, and you nod silently, knowing who he's talking about, he just never referred to him by name.

Just as you're sure that you can let your guard down, Jasper appears through the living room doorway, "Hey there Sugar, get your 'noon fixin's?"

"Not yet, Major," you test the waters slightly, and Jasper's look changes somewhat. To more of a darker tone.

The accent's dropped, "That's a dangerous game—"

Pointing at Jasper, a smile comes across your face quickly, which makes him confused. But Edward, knowing what you're already about to say, sighs in relief.

"I win!" you cheer, throwing yourself at Jasper, arms wrapping around him, "You ain't never gonna win with me 'ere."

"That's cheating." Jasper informs you.

"Ain't no rules," you look at him, "Don't go and throw a hissy fit, now."

"Oh, I'll show you hissy fit—" Jasper picks you up, swinging you over his shoulder.

"Jazz!" you huff, "Let me down this instant!"

"Drop the accent, darlin' and maybe I'll consider it."

"In yer dreams, sucker," you laugh.

Jasper shrugs, "Have it your way."

And just like that, he starts to walk away with you over his shoulder. Alice waves, grateful that the little competition is over. And as you guys disappear up the stairs, you can hear Rosalie start to talk about how tired she was growing of it all. That she couldn't understand a damn thing at times.

Edward simply told her that they didn't want to know what it's like reading your thoughts before the words came out.

Once inside of Jasper's room, you're placed onto the couch. He sits down next to you, looking down at you, since you're laying on the couch.

"That was fun," you breathe, "I'm sure you loved knowing how they felt every second of the day."

Jasper laughs, shaking his head, "You don't even know it. There was a couple of times when Rosalie lost it."

"Good," you giggle, and Jasper leans back against the couch, "So, Major. Tell me all the history-nerd-bullshit."

He looks over at you with a raised eyebrow, "What?"

"You heard me, sir," Jasper begins to reach over to tickle you, making you squirm away, "I just want to know more about your past! Yeesh!"

With this satisfaction, he leans against the couch again, leaving you alone for the time being. You're sure it won't be long before he threatens to tickle you again.

"You're sure?"

"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't interested." You shrug.

"When do I start?" he thinks aloud for a moment.

"Perhaps, when you were born—human wise? If you remember it." You tell him, folding your fingers across your stomach.

He nods, "I suppose. Well, my mother—"