he and the reader are fighting because she's human and he doesn't want her to get hurt, but she does the thing regardless and someone accidentally hurts her and Jasper's alter ego comes out and almost attacks the person so reader has to calm him down
"You know, for someone who's seen me naked, I'm a little uncomfortable at how much you try to act like you're my father." You snapped, walking through your house, gathering the stuff you'd need for your day trip.
"Y/N, you know I'd never try to control you. I'm just ... worried about having you over there. Where I can't reach you." Jasper followed behind you.
You sighed. Jessica had invited you to La Push for the day, and Jasper had basically asserted that you were not going to go. He was bothered by the fact that he couldn't go with you and protect you. And probably slightly bothered by the fact that you'd be hanging out with boys from school. Mostly, though, he worried about the Quileute pack making an appearance.
"Bella's going too, you and Edward can suffer together." You said, throwing sun screen and a towel into your tote bag. You felt yourself calming down, and turned around. "Can you please not do that?"
Jasper's lips twitched. "It's a habit."
"Well quit it. I'm angry at you. Take it like a man." You said, a hint of humor in your voice as you turned around, making your way to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you so that you could change into a bathing suit. He was still standing there when you came out.
"They're animals." Jasper said. "And even worse, they're teenage boys."
You heard the dryness in his voice but you could see the worry in his expression. He truly didn't want you to go.
"Mostly, though, they're just teenage boys. And I can handle those." You said, grabbing his hands. "Jess and Angela and Bella are gonna be there too, okay? And Mike and Eric."
Jasper rolled his eyes. "Mike and Eric couldn't protect you from a pack of guinea pigs." You snorted, but softened when he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "They'll be able to smell me on you. If you got hurt, I don't know what I would do."
You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. "I'll be careful." You said, putting one hand on his cheek, fingers brushing over his sharp jawline. "I'll text you. I'll stay with people I know. But I'm going."
He sighed, his hands rubbing absently over your hips. "I suppose I can't stop you." He smirked. "I mean, I could."
"But you won't." You said smugly, turning to pack the rest of your things.
"Because my girlfriend carries a surprising amount of wrath in her fragile, mortal body?" He asked, hands still on your hips.
"Yes." You say, shouldering you bag. "And because you love her and would never dream of restricting her freedom for your own selfish reasons."
"I'm so glad we're on the same page." He said sarcastically, leaning in to kiss your lips, and then your jaw, and down your throat, before he stiffened and Jessica's car honked from the street.
"Guess that's my ride." You said.
He nodded, no longer trying to conceal the worry in his eyes. "I'll text you." You said, and he nodded again, stiffly. "And I love you." You said softly, with a smile.
