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jogetsobsessed · 3 months

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Always an Angel - Paul Lahote

Ok, I've been obsessed with the lyric “Always an angel, never a god for a few days now. I don't know why all of a sudden but it's been all I can think about. I know there are a bunch of literal interpretations but I look at it as a version of “always the bridesmaid, never the bride”, always the side character, never the main character. So I hope this comes across how I want it to lol.

Also, the timeline is kinda messed up in this, just live in ignorant bliss and ignore it pls, and thank you!

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Always the option, never the priority.

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

Always the lover, never the loved.

Always the fighter, never the fought for.

Always an angel, never a god.

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You were used to being sidelined, looked right through.

No matter what you were doing, or who you were with, you were never the main focus.

Growing up boys never spared you a glance, your best friends being the main targets for their glances and flirty remarks. You were never the one asked to dance, always the one asked to hold a friend's purse or bag. If the car was full on the way to get ice cream, you were always the one that was going to be left out. You never learned inside jokes and standing alone at parties, you didn't even know why you went, it's not like anyone would notice if you left anyway.

At night when you would break and confide in the one person you knew truly loved you she would always question why you remained friends with the people that caused you so much pain. And through your blubbering, you would look at her like she was crazy. Explain to your mother that it must have been too long since she was a teenager. Because that's not how it works. Living in a small town the pool of potential friends is small, and having friends that treat you horribly is better than having no friends at all.

You would apologize to her years later, after maturing, and realizing that the remarks you directed towards her were uncalled for. The anger you threw her way was misguided and unfair. She didn't deserve the way that you treated her.

When Bella Swan moved to town you thought everything was going to change. She was from a big city, you didn't know much about Phoenix but you knew they probably didn't harbor the same small-town mindset that Forks did.

She had no clue who you were. She didn't know the unspoken reputation that hung above your head like a storm cloud.

And at first, you were right.

The two of you became friends quickly, Bella taking a liking to your quiet demeanor, such a drastic change from Jessica and her goons.

Your friendship appeared surface-level, to everyone but the two of you. In school, you both kept to yourselves and didn't talk much, even to each other. You would drag her along with you when you gathered the strength to hang out with your old friends. But you didn't do that often, seeing as they saw her as a shiny new toy and didn't treat her as a second-class citizen.

But after school the two of you would talk, your friendship would come alive in the comfort of your own homes, and you two would look like actual teenage girls and not two seventeen-year-olds who should be on the highest dose of Lexapro.

She was the first person that you saw as a true friend, that was until she committed, in your opinion, a cardinal sin.

Bella had gone off the deep end and you hadn't seen her in days. But that was normal, she would spiral, skip school, and then show up as if nothing happened. So you weren't concerned, sent her a few texts checking up on her and getting one-word responses back. Then the following Monday came around. You were waiting by your truck, lazily twirling your hair, eyes glazed over as you dissociated waiting for the bell to ring.

But amid your dissociation, you were pulled back to reality when a shiny black Volvo came to a screeching halt a row over. You knew who drove the expensive car so you tried to be as nonchalant as possible as you peered over your shoulder to get a good look at the owner.

You wished you hadn't.

Because getting out of the passenger seat was the person that you considered your best friend. Your best friend was sitting in the passenger seat of the car of the guy you had a crush on since he arrived at Forks High School.

She knew about your long-standing crush on Edward, she was the only person other than your mother who you had told. It came tumbling off your tongue one late night about a month after she had arrived in town. And you had sworn her to secrecy, begging her to never tell another soul.

But now it seemed to not matter, she had broken your trust and your heart.

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The next year drug on. With Bella being completely infatuated with Edward you were left to crawl back to your old friends. They accepted you with barely open arms, reluctantly saving you a seat at the lunch table, sometimes sending you the location for Friday night activities.

When the Cullen clan abruptly left Forks Bella did to you exactly what you had done to your friends months earlier. Part of you didn't know why, but you let her back in, although this time keeping her at an arm's length away, never fully trusting her,

Eventually, however, Edward came back. First making his appearance walking hand in hand with Bella in the dreadful hallways of Forks High School after she had disappeared yet again for a few days with not even a courtesy text.

This time seeing them together didn't feel like a hot knife was piercing your skin. How could it, you no longer felt the same that you had for Edward. Because he had proven himself to be just like everyone else. He made you feel invisible.

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The heat of late spring had arrived and you took in all the warmth that you could as you walked down the small rocky path to the mailbox. Graduation had come and gone and you found yourself in isolation. The people you had forced yourself to be friends with in high school no longer mattered. You didn't have to play the uncertain game of high school politics anymore. Starting university was on the horizon and while you dreaded leaving the comfort of home you were excited, this was going to be your chance to reinvent yourself. You were no longer going to be the person no one cared to look towards.

Pulling out the various envelopes you felt your heart stop beating when the light lilac envelope was pulled to the front. You knew what it was, you didn't even have to open it. But you did, ripping it open, praying that you hadn't torn apart the coveted invitation. Sure enough in bold letters, you read “Edward Anthony Masen Cullen and Isabella Marie Swan request your presence…”.

The phone call with Bella that night was awkward. You haven't talked much since graduation but she assured you that she wanted you to be at the wedding. You had wanted to push and ask her why she was rushing to get married. I mean you along with everyone else knew that they had only known each other for a year and hadn't been dating for the entirety of said year. But she sounded happy, the happiest she had ever seemed. So you didn't say anything, instead prying for details about the impending nuptials.

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Thousands of flowers cascaded down creating a custom perfume in the air. Your eyes darted between the bunches of wisteria and sweet peas and you were in awe. The wedding had snuck up on you. So much had happened over the summer leaving you feeling unprepared to start school in the fall. Leaving you to make one of the hardest choices that you had ever made, deferring your acceptance into your top school to the following fall quarter.

So when you got a reminder on your phone that read “Bella and Edward wedding tmr” you were at a loss for words. I mean you had everything you physically needed, a dress, a present, the right pair of shoes. But you had forgotten one important thing, a date.

It wasn't going to be the first time you had shown up to an event without one, but it was probably going to feel the most embarrassing.

So here you were, standing next to your group of “friends'' from high school as they gossiped about the possibility of Bella being pregnant. “What do you think?”Erik asked you, giving your arm a soft nudge with his. “I don't know guys '. Jessica of course had a counter, pointing out that out of the group you were the closest with her. Luckily before you had to come up with an excuse of why you didn't know for certain the music began, signaling that it was time for everyone to turn their attention to the altar.

A few tears managed to slip down your cheeks as you watched your sometimes best friend say “I do”. In that moment all the turbulent times the two of you experienced didn't matter. You were just happy to be in the presence of two people who were madly in love and confessing it to each other, permanently sealing their love with a dramatic kiss.

The reception area was decorated equally as beautiful. You were grateful that Bella, or more likely Alice had set you close to the dance floor. That way you could watch people without feeling like a total loser, hanging out in the corner by yourself. At least this way you could still enjoy the happiness of the other guests without feeling the gross amount of body heat from the dancing bodies.

The ice was melting quickly in your lemonade, the night had not been rewarded with a cool late summer breeze so you were appreciative of the cool drink. The night had seemingly been going according to plan. Your ‘friends’ had migrated to another table across the dance floor with the excuse of wanting to talk to some of the other guests, but they had not returned in almost two hours so you were holding your breath.

Mentally you were planning your escape plan, glancing at your watch. Waiting for an acceptable time to leave, not too early into the night but not too late that you were leaving only minutes before the bride and groom's big exit. As you granted yourself yet another glance at the heirloom watch you wore and looked back up a gasp unwillingly left your lips.

The mystery man, who looked almost familiar, chuckled at your surprised look. Confidently he took the empty seat next to yours, turning his body to give you his full attention. “May I help you”, you didn't recognize your own words, your tone was a bit rude and you didn't even give him a second to introduce himself after she sat.

“I’m Paul Lahote”.

Once he gave his name to you your eyes moved up to meet him and the electric shock that you felt in your veins almost felt real. There was no doubt blush forming on every inch of your face and you were praying that the low light of the Edison bulbs did a good job at protecting some of your dignity. You gave him your name, barely squeaking out your last name.

Things like this didn't happen to you. A man that looked like him didn't talk to you. A part of you wondered if Jessica or someone like her had already turned him down, because let's face it, you were always the option but never the priority.

“I think you should share a dance with me, no pretty girl like you should be sitting alone at a wedding”. The flare in your cheeks was visible now, you were sure of it. No matter how low the light was you could have sworn a red glow was emitting from your body, like an accusing halo.

“Paul…you don't have to dance with me, I was just getting ready to leave”. Gathering your belongings as you begin to stand up. “No!”. He said, eyebrows raising to the top of his forehead once he realized how loud he exclaimed. Sheepishly he looked around offering small smiles as an apology to a few of the guests who looked at him like he had three heads.

“Please, I noticed you when I walked in before the ceremony and I haven't been able to shake you from my eyeline all night. I don’t think I can take no for an answer”.

The fact that your heart was still caged behind your chest was an act of god. Because at this point it should have flown away due to how hard it was beating. You were at a loss for words. The thought that someone was putting you first, taking interest in you was unbearable. And you were crumbling at his gaze.

His outstretched hand found yours that you slowly had begun to uncurl from against your body. Swiftly he whisked you out onto the dance floor, pulling your body flush to his.

Clumsily your feat matched his falling into routine with his steps, your body swaying in unison to the light melody. He hummed along softly to the quiet music as he kept a firm grip on you, almost like he was afraid to let you go.

The song ended and awkwardly you looked around not knowing what to do. Paul however looked happy as can be, letting go of your hand but keeping the one on your lower back in place. He led you back to the table where you had spent most of the night, pulling out your chair before you could even react. You thanked him as you sunk into the back of the chair trying to ground yourself.

“Man, I feel like the luckiest guy here at this whole damn wedding I got to dance with the prettiest guest of them all”. He said matter-of-factly triumphantly, taking a sip out of the glass he abandoned when he first approached your table. You scoffed, there was no way he was being for real, the alcohol had to have been getting to him now if he was saying such an untrue statement.

“I think you've had enough”. Your voice was shy and your eyes barely peeked through your almost closed eyelids. The embarrassment you hadn't felt earlier had returned and you were suddenly hyper-conscious of everything happening around you.

“Doll this stuff doesn't make me feel anything, you, however, are making me feel alive for the first time”. His drink was abandoned yet again as he scooted his chair closer, invading your bubble, and causing you to squirm under his gaze yet again.

“Paul, I'm flattered but again I think your choices are impaired. There's no way you feel anything like that for me”.

Paul was out of his chair before you could continue your babbling, cutting you off by capturing your lips in his.

After he pulled back for air his forehead rested against yours, the two of you matching your breathing. You were yet again at a loss for words, kissing the hottest boy at your best friend's wedding was not on this year's bingo card. But as per usual it seems Paul had the perfect thing to say, “My angel forgive me if this is forward, but l you need to let me love you, I have a feeling that you're gonna be stuck with me for a long time”.

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sethsclearwater · 9 months

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smut

inevitable (pt. 2) - poly!paulxreaderxembry by @rax-writes

careful - seth clearwater by @diaphragmjellyfish

gift of privacy - seth clearwater by @whispersofwerewolvesdeactivate

all mine - paul lahote by @obsessedwithhotmen

casual - paul lahote by @iveleftitwithyou

fluff

moving in - sam uley by @wolfpackss

mama - paul lahote by @elladosia

denial - embry call by @twilightt-fantasy

little life - paul lahote by @jogetsobsessed

period pains - paul lahote by @findmeinforks

casual pt. 2 - paul lahote by @iveleftitwithyou

angst

from love to hate - paul lahote by @teampaul

misc.

well this sucks - seth clearwater by @/krumcake

hybrid - embry call by @twilightt-fantasy

notes: i’ll be updating this list as i find more fics that i like! and, as always, feel free to send me any wolfpack recs you have!

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crazyk-imagine · 6 months

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Fic Rec II

One Piece (Live Action)

Roronora Zoro

Liminal space by @paperultra

How to disappear by @zorobff

Vinsmoke "Black Leg" Sanji

Service with a smile by @paperultra

Bring me the sun and I'll give you the moon by @honeydjarin

Hammock by @paperultra

Worth your while by @cow-smells

House of Dragons

Aemond Targaryn

It's complicated by @hamatoanne

All of us are dead

Yoon Gwi-Nam

Whipped by @iheartcake123

All of us are dead Master List by @iheartcake123

Harry Potter

James Potter

Cause' your kinda cute by @wingedhallows

Begin again by @pretty-little-mind33

Stay beautiful by @pretty-little-mind33

Gold rush by @pretty-little-mind33

Sunny-side-up by @dearharriet

Why didn't we work out? by @astonishment

Top Gun Universe

Top Gun: Maverick Master List by @fanboygarcia

Javy "Coyote" Machado

The plus one by @beyondthesefourwalls

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

A change to everything by @beyondthesefourwalls

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Divine Retribution by @pellucid-constellations

Little lion man by @wkemeup

Bucky and his arm drabble by @buckyalpine

Twilight

Paul Lahote

Always an angel by @jogetsobsessed

Random

Twilight masterlist by @fishoutofcamelot

Misc

Peaky Blinders Master List by @theshelbyclan

Otis Driftwood HC by @soupbabe

Lost Boy by @fandom-imagines-stories

Adults by @panic-at-the-fiction

How the knights would confess by @sketchshack-go-blr

Blue moon boy by @sagesolsticewrites

Code red by @zepskies

Transactional by @sethsclearwater

Bittersweet blunders by @happy74827

Full of adrenaline by @withahappyrefrain

Musicals aren't supposed to have encores by @agentofteamvaliant

Clean Shaven by @your-highnessmarvel

Dating Han by @early2000smovieimagines

Liar by @discopaddock

Mastermind by @pretty-little-mind33

Love, love, love all these fics and think everyone here is an incredible writer. I hope you all enjoy these as much as I do!

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jogetsobsessed · 5 months

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Little Life - Paul Lahote

It was a seasonably warm day as the sun shone through the canopy of the towering evergreens. The buzzing of honey bees darting from flower pot to flower pot and the rustling of squirrels running along tree branches.

The small laughter and water splashing added to the forest's serenity. Hissing came from the grill as burgers and hot dogs were flipped. The sound of a soccer ball being passed back and forth and PG trash talk mixed with the Sunday afternoon melody.

The creaking of the old porch swing, one that held so many core memories for so many different people creaked as your feet pushed against the old floorboards of Emily's front porch.

Gazing out past the porch steps and into the vast front yard you couldn't help but smile when your daughter erupted into a fit of giggle as her dad cupped his hand and poured a small amount of water on her head.

The wobbly water table was gifted to you and Paul from another young couple on the reservation after their son outgrew it. There was no doubt in your mind that it was gifted to them as well. You were probably the sixth or seventh family to own it. The years of usage were evident as the paint faded after spending long summers baking outside in the stuffy heat. But it didn't matter to your little girl.

Since the rain had begun staying away and the temperatures started to pick up, the pack had gotten back into the routine of the weekly family-style barbecues. Today was the first day that it had been warm enough to break out the old water table and your daughter was jumping up and down with excitement when she saw Paul loading it up in the back of the pickup.

You watched as she talked Jared and Kim's ears off and as they nodded along probably having no idea as to what the two-year-old was talking about. Paul pushed himself off the ground, leaving your daughter to talk about her nonsense, and strode towards you.

Emily decided to go and find Sam at the grill to inquire about how much longer lunch was going to take, leaving the other half of the porch swing empty. She and Paul shared soft smiles as they passed each other on the front step.

“Don't tell Em, but I think Kim has her beat for a favorite aunt,” you laughed at his statement. No matter how much your daughter loved Kim, she was always going to love Emily just a little bit more. Those two had been connected since you and Paul showed her off to the pack when she was just a few days old. Emily offered to be her babysitter when she found out you wanted to go back to work once your baby girl had hit eight months old. Which was an offer you and Paul gladly accepted, feeling at ease at the thought of your girl in the caring hands as special as someone like Emily.

“Kim can butter her up all she wants but there is no way,” he laughed, this time wrapping his arm around your shoulder. His warmth brought you happiness and comfort even in the warm summer months. “What even is she talking about I don't know if I have ever seen Embry so confused".

“I think she’s trying to tell them that story we read last night, but you know it's coming out of a two-year-old mind, one who fell asleep before she even heard the ending”.

“Oh boy".

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“Sweetheart you need to come eat something”, you called over to where your daughter was still standing in the grass, playing with her toys in the shallow water of the play table.

You saw her physically recoil at the thought of not playing so she could eat lunch and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. Why did toddlers have to be so defiant?

After calling out to her a few more times you looked over at your husband who was standing at the grill with Sam, your pleading eyes burning holes into his.

You watched as he pushed off the grill and waltzed over to the water table, crouching to your daughter's height.

Everyone was invested in this battle between her and the two of you all of them turned from their spots at the picnic tables so they could see if Paul was going to be victorious.

Your daughter seemed to be putting up a good fight, even cocking her hands on her hips as she tried to reason with her dad. But luckily, Paul knew how to resist the puppy dog eyes.

After a long standoff, you could see your daughter starting to cave once she saw Emily come outside with a platter of freshly baked famous brownies. A few of the boys saw it, so they each grabbed a couple and threw them on their plates, talking loudly about how they wanted to eat the whole platter.

That was enough for your little girl. She set her toys down and stretched her arms up towards Paul. Triumphantly, he picked her up and carried her towards the picnic tables, where you had a plate of pre-cut food waiting for her.

“You need to eat your lunch, and then you can have a brownie that your aunt Emily just made.

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The day faded into night as the cotton candy sunset faded into darkness. The glow of the fire lit up the front yard at Emily’s and provided enough warmth to ward off the brisk early summer nights.

With great force, you had convinced your daughter to trade her polka-dot swimsuit for a light sweatshirt and sweatpants.

Now she was sitting on Emily's lap, Sam helping her make another s’more. You knew all that sugar was powering her awake since she had skipped her nap earlier in the day. She had to have been exhausted, you knew that more likely than not Paul was going to be carrying her inside once you got back home.

“How’d we get so damn lucky?” you and Paul were snuggled under a blanket the log the two of you were sitting on was just perfect in size for the pair of you. The clear night sky had caught your eye so you only hummed in response. No matter how many years you lived in the great Pacific Northwest, you would never get tired of its beauty. “More importantly, what did I do to deserve this perfect little life? I've got the most drop-dead gorgeous wife on the plane and the most perfect daughter”.

“Yeah, I don't know how you swung that how much did you have to bride the big guy upstairs”, you cackled at your joke as Paul chuckled and pulled you closer.

“You know your something huh”.

“Says you”.

You shared a nice moment of comfortable silence as both of you watched your daughter bounce around from pack member to pack member victoriously showing off the s’more that she assembled with the help of her favored aunt.

“You wanna know something”, you questioned, your eyes never leaving your daughter.

“What”.

“I'm glad I get to live this little life with you”.

#edward cullen #fanfic #imprint #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #x reader #fem reader #sam uley #seth clearwater #jogetsobsessed

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jogetsobsessed · 3 months

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Picture Perfect - Edward Cullen

Standing in the kitchen you glanced through the open sliding glass door, a soft smile gracing your face as little giggles filled the air.

You were so happy, watching as your little girl bounced around the perfectly trimmed garden, your boyfriend watching her every move, laughing as she squealed when a ladybug landed on her forearm.

You hadn't realized it, but you had stopped preparing lunch for yourself and your daughter, floating over to the open door, leaning against the frame. Gazing out at your seemingly picture-perfect, all-American family.

Edward could feel your gaze, looking up and meeting your eyes. Even though you had only been together for a few years you had become experts at all things with each other. Even you would always argue that he had an unfair advantage in knowing everything about you. But you did your best, learning everything about him, being able to read his expressionless face and know his feelings, even though he never wanted to share.

After sharing a smile you turned and went back to finishing up lunch, eventually calling Edward and your daughter in. She reluctantly left the garden, only coming in after Edward did some major convincing. They sat together at the table, your daughter offering Edward some of her dinosaur-shaped cucumbers, which he as always politely declined.

Luckily she was still at an age where she didn't pick up on certain aspects of her everyday life, like the fact she had never actually shared a meal with her father. And you were grateful for that, not looking forward to the day that you have to have the dreaded conversation with her. Not only were you going to have to explain that the monsters in fairytales were real, but that her father wasn't hers biologically.

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“Remind me when we go to the grocery store we need more bubble baths, we don't want the princess to freak out next time we promise her a bubble bath”. He laughed from his coveted spot on your shared bed. “We wouldn't want that to happen '', he chimed in, pulling the covers back as you climbed into bed.

“You know she loves you right”. Your question caught him off guard, the words coming out of your mouth before he could enter your thoughts.

“Where's this coming from”, Edwards' words were full of concern.

“I just, I don't know. I guess it's because while we were eating lunch I was thinking about the conversation I'm going to have with her in a few years. About you know, everything. About you and your family and Jeff.

“Y/N honey, you aren't going to have to go through that alone. I will be there every step of the way with you. Whether you like it or not, I am in your life Y/N”.

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Day had turned to night but you hadn't moved.

You sat on the damp grass, staring straight ahead. Your body ached from head to toe and your eyes were straining to stay open. The pounding headache causes your ears to ring.

It had been the worst week of your life.

You had been woken by someone pounding so hard on your door you thought they were gonna break it down. It was the middle of the night so after grabbing a steak knife from the block in the kitchen you made your way towards the front door. Sleepily you called out, praying that it was just your boyfriend and that he had left his key somewhere.

“Ma’am we are with the Clallam County Sheriff's Department, we need to speak with you”. It didn't take more convincing as you threw the door open, tears clouding your eyes before they could get a word in.

The second you heard the infamous, “we regret to inform you” line you collapsed on the ground, your body letting out sobs that could be heard from the next county over. The painted noise drew out the sound of the sheriff's deputies informing you that your boyfriend had been involved in a car accident, and he hadn't made it.

They had somehow managed to get you up from your spot anchored on the floor and moved you to the couch. One of them sat next to you, offering a comforting hand on your shoulder while the other asked if there was anyone they could call.

Unfortunately, they were pros at their job, and death notifications came as a part of that package. So they were experts at understanding people through howling sobs. So as you croaked out your best friend's name, the deputy stepped outside, grabbing your phone which lay on the coffee table.

Rosalie Hale broke just about every traffic law as she made it to your house in record time. She flew up the steps, almost forgetting to act as her human self. Rushing over to where you were still bawling she scooped you in her arms, attempting to comfort you.

Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme had followed behind the blonde after she sprinted out of their shared residence with no explanation. Then cops approached Carlisle after he stepped out of his vehicle, recognizing him due to their overlapping career paths.

“I didn't get to tell him”, you croaked out as your sobs turned to hiccups, still clutching onto Rosalie's ice-cold form.

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You thought about that day often.

The day that started off being one of the best days of your life.

That was the day you found out you were pregnant. You had immediately called Rosalie and she had sat with you while you waited for the test to finish. And when you saw that the second line had appeared you cried happy tears as she brought you in for a sweet embrace.

Later on, you realized how hard that must have been for her. But everyone would admit, you having your daughter and Rosalie getting to act as her godmother was good for her. In the years since your daughter's birth Rosalie had softened, she had a new purpose in life and she took her role as the favorite aunt very seriously.

From that day the Cullen family as a whole brought you in.

You had been friends with Rosalie since they first moved back to Forks, the two of you instantly forming a lifelong friendship. The bond that the two of you shared led to the family sharing their secret with you. While it took a while to get used to the idea that you were friends with a vampire you were able to get ahold of all your emotions because you weren't going to let anything get in the way of your cherished friendship.

They supported you through your pregnancy, not letting you feel alone a single step of the way.

You appreciate all the help and support you did.

But deep down you knew that no love or support would ever begin to heal the aching in your heart. The aching that your child was going to grow up without a father. That your child was going to have to endure the unfair hardships that came with having a single mother.

That was until a certain someone began making himself present.

It had started as seemingly convenient situations.

The both of you coincidentally being the only ones in the living room late at night when you couldn't sleep, or running into each other on morning walks around the sleepy town you called home.

Slowly you opened up to him. Voicing the fears and concerns that plagued your brain. Allowing him to comfort you through your darkest time.

Honestly, you don't even remember when the friendship had crossed so many boundaries that it became a relationship. But at some point, Edward became stuck to your side like glue. He was there for every ache and pain, every craving. Caring for you unlike he had ever cared for anyone.

When your daughter eventually came, something in Edward changed.

He had been there for her birth, holding your hand as you squeezed it as your life depended on it. Sometime after your baby girl finally made her appearance he had slipped out of the room, becoming so overcome with emotions that he needed to be alone.

He was in love with you, he had been in love with you since the day Rosalie had invited you over. But you were dating Jeff when he first met you. And now you were his.

After some time the brain fog started to clear and you registered that he was no longer in the room. Asking Esme to go find him you relaxed once you heard his voice coming up the stairs.

Everyone had cleared out, wanting to give the two of you a moment alone.

Slowly he lowered himself next to where you lay, and if you weren't so tired you would have made fun of how stiff he was sitting. “There is someone I want you to meet”.

You had never seen him so scared as you lifted your bundled sleeping daughter from your chest and held her in front of him.

Carefully he took hold of her, terrified of hurting her. You almost burst into tears at the sight of the man you were falling in love with holding your newborn. He ran a finger over her soft cheek, in absolute awe of the tiny human. Reached down and admired her tiny hands, imagining what it would be like to be holding one of those tiny hands, walking her into her first day of kindergarten, or walking her down the aisle, her hand clutching his for support.

He was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed your daughter's hand slowly open and grip his finger that had lingered against her tiny, once-closed fist. “I think she likes you”, you laughed out, Edward letting out a necessary breath that he had been holding in. “I have a feeling she’s gonna have you wrapped around her little finger”.

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Boy were you right.

From her first day on Earth Edward did everything in his power to make your daughter happy.

He was one of her favorite people on the planet, and she was one of his.

Edward had unspokenly assumed the role of “dad”, never having to ask if that was something he was okay with. Most people didn't even question it, you had been so early into your pregnancy when your boyfriend died that most assumed that your daughter was actually Edwards and that you had just moved on quickly. But what they didn't know wasn't going to hurt them. It was no one's business to understand the dynamics of your unique family.

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Waking up to your alarm was easy considering you hadn't fallen asleep.

Today was a big day in the Cullen household.

Sitting up you saw that you were the only one in the bed, which was abnormal. Quickly getting ready while trying to keep the tears at bay you got dressed and made the bed.

Walking through the hallways of the Cullen house you listened to see if your daughter was awake. Because for some reason she had been waking up at the crack of dawn for the past six months.

Which is when having an immortal father who never slept came in handy. Edward would hear her stir and slip out of bed, meeting her in the hallway as she tiptoed out of her bedroom. Always posing the question, “Why don't we let mommy sleep a little bit longer”.

Sure enough, you found the pair of them in the kitchen, Edward leaning across the island as your daughter shoveled precut bites of pancake into her mouth.

“Good morning beautiful”, his hands found their way home to your waist and his lips to yours. The sweet moment didn't last long as a chorus of “Ewwws” that came from your daughter and her uncle Emmett broke you out of your sweet moment. Edward rolled his eyes at his brother while you crossed the kitchen to say good morning to your daughter.

“Baby girl you need to hurry up and finish your breakfast, today is a big day and you gotta get ready”. Edward smiled at your words as he watched your daughter turn her attention away from the living room where the TV was playing the morning news and back to her pancakes.

After she had declared that she was all done you scooped her up to go and get her ready, the Cullen/Hale women joining you as they watched their precious girl get ready for such a big day.

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“Ok, I think we’re here”, Edward said to no one in particular as he pulled the car to a stop outside of the old worn-down buildings. His family pulled up in spots next to where you had been parked, none of them wanted to miss out on this monumental day.

You and Edward stepped out of the car, Edward grabbing your daughter out of the back seat, and helping her smooth out the pretty yellow dress that she had insisted on wearing.

Your boyfriend met you on the sidewalk, a proud smile on his face, he had been looking forward to this day for forever. “Ok baby, can you stand right here, we all wanna get some pictures of you pretty girl”, you cooed as you ushered her to stand in front of the same sign you stood in front of years and years ago.

Reluctantly she smiled, eventually getting into the pictures, laughing as her uncles made funny faces behind her aunts.

But after everyone put away their cameras and phones you saw her face drop. It was suddenly getting very real. A day that you and Edward had been preparing her for almost a year was here. She turned and looked at the front doors of the building before shoving the too-big backpack off her shoulders, shooting herself into her father's legs, wrapping her arms around.

“I'm scared”, she cried out. You moved to crouch down to her level, but Edward stopped you, his face reading that he had it handled. So you took a step back, joining Alice and Rosalie as Edward crouched down to his daughter's level.

“You have no reason to be scared honey-bee. We talked about this, it's just like pre-school except you're gonna be here a bit longer. But that means more time to make friends and you get to eat a really yummy lunch that Grandma Esme made”.

“But Daddy, you and Mommy aren't going to be here. I’m scared”. She clung to your boyfriend, gripping onto his jacket like she was trying to make sure he couldn't get away from her hold.

“My darling girl, I want you to listen. Take it from someone like me. I've been to a lot of schools``, he emphasized the word lot, which made the rest of you giggle, knowing that his version of a lot of schooling was much different than a normal kindergartener's parents' definition of a lot of schooling. “You are going to do perfectly fine. You are going to have so much fun. After school when Mommy and I pick you up you are going to tell us all about your day and then while you're telling us we can go and get ice cream, and eat it for dinner.

“Can I get extra pink sprinkles Daddy? '' she sniffled, lifting her head to look her father in the eyes. Your kid didn't play when it came to her sprinkles.

“Daddy will buy you all the pink sprinkles in the world if you ask him to”.

Slowly she stood up accepting the comforting hug that you were offering and allowing Edward to slip her backpack on her shoulders.

“Come on you big kindergartener, we don't want you to be late on your first day”, Edward exclaimed as he took your daughter's hand, you taking the other as the three of you marched into the school. Rosalie snapped a quick picture before they all left, whispering to Alice about how the three of you were the picture-perfect little family.

#edward cullen #fanfic #imprint #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #x reader #fem reader #sam uley #seth clearwater #jogetsobsessed #edward cullen x reader #twilight x reader #twilight fanfiction #twihard #ratties

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The Old Bracelet - Paul Lahote

Part 2, to Friendship bracelets!

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The truck was silent as it raced through the winding country roads, out of the reservation, heading towards Forks.

Paul's hand which was not resting atop the steering wheel sat on your leg, with a firm grip on your thigh. His fingers softly rub the silky fabric of the plum-colored dress that fits you like a glove.

You hummed at his touch but did not go any louder. Basking in the rare moment of silence

He continued to drive, a look of reluctance on his face as he made the familiar turns, eventually turning onto the familiar driveway that was covered with the shade of the hanging overgrowth of the forest.

Scoffing at the sight of the various decorations that covered the front of the house, and the makeshift pathway leading towards the backyard, you scoffed back at him lightly swatting his hand away.

You knew that you should be grateful he even came, he didn't want to be here and you know it. I mean hell, you didn't even want to be here.

But you had an obligation to be, Bella was your only sibling and your parents weren't going to accept the excuse that your boyfriend technically wasn't allowed at Cullen's house and he wasn't going to let you out of his sight there either.

“You head out back, get us seats with Sam and Seth. I’m gonna go upstairs and check on the bride”. Paul started to whine like a little kid but as soon as you cocked your eyebrow and narrowed your eyes he turned around in a huff and started off to find his pack in the sea of people.

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The ceremony was brief, but even the coldest of hearts could admit it was beautiful. A few tears had escaped when you saw how breathtaking your sister looked in the white gown that Alice had done a wonderful job with when she picked it out.

You could tell Paul felt uncomfortable the whole time, the way that his left hand kept reaching across his body to where his right hand sat on your leg clasped against yours. His free hand would lightly twist and tug at the worn, slightly tattered bracelet that sat snug on his wrist.

Now you sat at a table that was decorated to the nines with gorgeous arrangements of carnations and baby's breath, their natural perfumes slightly masking the natural musk the woods provided. Sam and Emily were to your left while Seth, Sue, and Billy were to Paul's right.

It felt right sitting at this table. Your mother and father had initially expected you to sit with them, but luckily the Cullens had planned ahead, knowing that it was best for the wedding if you sat with your imprint.

Emily and you were admiring the cake from where you sat, lost in your own conversation until Paul's sudden grip on your waist brought your attention to him.

“What is wrong with you”, you whispered in a hushed tone.

“They invited some”, his ominous tone that he had made you want to smack him for being so dramatic. Rolling your eyes you followed to where his gaze was landing.

Five individuals, with the most alluring eyes.

Ones that you knew all too well thanks to the family your sister was marrying into.

“Jesus Paul, I mean come on. What did you think? Vampires weren't going to have vampire friends. I can't believe you sometimes”.

“I think we should leave Y/N”, he was pleading while maintaining his glare toward the mystery vampires.

“I think we should stay Paul”, You turned slightly in your seat turning your attention back to Emily and the cake. The two of you share a laugh at Paul’s expense.

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“I liked the decorations”, you said, shouting slightly so he could hear you in the bedroom.

'I thought they were too much, too much fluff’, Paul argued as he sulked back into the living room, having ditched his tux replacing them with sweats.

The couch sunk under his weight as he crawled up towards where you lay.

“Don't be such a guy Paul. Sometimes frills and fluff are nice. Especially on a wedding day”.

“I'm just saying. When we get married, less flowers, more greenery”.

You didn't know what to be more shocked about. The fact that Paul just talked about your future wedding or if he thought about greenery.

It really hadn't occurred to you that you could get married soon.

You had just just begun your senior year of high school and were really just going through the motions, school was never your favorite. Especially now when all you wanted to do was be in Paul's presence.

But you don't have plans for after graduation, originally you had thought about moving back to Arizona and attending school there. But now that was off the table.

Marriage though still didn't cross your mind.

But you guessed it made sense, I mean the imprint bond would keep you and Paul together forever, and your relationship had been romantic from the beginning.

“Our wedding huh”, you teased.

You could feel the slight embarrassment hit his body by the sudden increase in his already high body temperature. He started to speak but word vomit was all that came out. A laugh left your lips and soon enough he was laughing too.

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“I don't think this was the right choice”, you muttered to yourself, yanking the sparkly pink dress down. Trying to distract yourself from how much you hated the dress you were wearing you fluffed your hair and swiped at your makeup.

But you knew you couldn't hide upstairs forever.

Strapping on your shoes and taking one final look at the mirror you started your way downstairs.

The walk felt like it was miles long, even though you knew the sixteen wooden steps by heart. The chattering of the voices silenced as soon as the clacking of your heels could be heard against the wooden steps.

Your gaze was trained at your feet, partially so you didn't fall but also because you didn't bear to meet the burning gazes of the pack.

However, when your foot stepped off the final step and you were officially on the first floor of Emily’s residence you knew you had to face the peanut gallery.

“Nobody says a word”, you threatened.

Finally lifting your head to meet their gazes you felt your anxiety only grow.

None of them were very subtle, their eyes widening at the sight of you in the short tight dress. Normally you would have focused on the gawking looks but none of that mattered.

Because Paul stood across the kitchen leaning against the door frame.

He was wearing the same suit that he wore to Bella and Edward's wedding, except this time a blush pink collared shirt was undead. A boutonniere of pink and orange flowers was pinned snuggly against his suit jacket.

Originally you had been against the color combination but Paul had been insistent on it.

“You look so beautiful my darling”, his voice was soft, as were his touches. His hands found their way toward the small of your back, running his fingers across the outwardly scratchy fabric. Coating the arms of his suit jacket in glitter.

His arms slid up your sides as he continued to take you in. You couldn't help but smile when the arms of this jacket shrugged up his arms a little, his wrists being on display.

That's when you put it together, why he picked the color scheme that he did.

His bracelet was barely holding on, after he had it for nearly a year, retying it when it fell off after he phased it had definitely seen better days.

But he still wore it, every chance he got.

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You wouldn't find out until years later how much it meant to him.

It would be a late night, both of you exhausted flopping into bed ready to crash.

Your five-year-old had his first day of kindergarten and your three-year-old had started pre-school. Plus it didn't help you that you were eight months pregnant. The day had been chaotic and emotional and you felt drained.

Slowly you pushed yourself up the bed so you could lean against the headboard. Paul took a second and then slowly he crawled up the bed too, stopping at your swollen stomach.

He had done this with your first two pregnancies.

Every night, I want to spend intimate moments close to your belly. You had caught him at night when he thought you were asleep talking to your stomach, but you never brought it up.

His calloused hands caressed your belly, the tattered orange and pink bracelet ticking your stretched skin.

“Why do you still wear it after all these years?”, your tone was soft, on the verge of sleep.

“Because it reminds me of the first best day of my life”. His tone matched yours, half asleep but full of love.

“What”, you softly laughed, as you worked your fingers through the loose knots in his hair.

“The day that you told me you were going to make this, that was our first time meeting. It's when I not only imprinted but I realized I had met the woman that I love”.

#edward cullen #fanfic #imprint #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #x reader #sam uley #fem reader #seth clearwater #jogetsobsessed

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jogetsobsessed · 7 months

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Hi! I saw your requests are open, I would like to request with paul with fem!reader if you're interested. Some agnst with paul's anger issues, like they argue and he lost it and hurt reader she's gonna have a scar like a reminder for it. But with fluff in the end?

It's okay if you don't want to, I give it a try! Have a lovely day/night!😊 (English not my first sorry if it doesn't make sense)

The car swerved across the faded yellow lines as more and more tears began to cloud your vision. The pain that was radiating across the left side of your body was paralyzed, and while all you wanted to do was curl into a ball underneath your covers and disappear from the world you knew you couldn't. You weren't really planning on bleeding out tonight.

Blindly you turned off the road, tires rolling a bit to gain traction once they hit the gravel road. Low-hanging branches were narrowly missed as you charged up the driveway, praying that they wouldn't care about your car spraying gravel everywhere.

Slowly you put the car into park, grimacing as your body minorly twisted. Heavy breaths left your lips as you gathered the strength to push the door open. You didn't know how long you were actually sitting there in your parked car because every second felt like a month.

But you could make out the car door clicking open, feeling it softly pull away from where your body was slouched against it. Worried murmurs were all you could make out, as your own breathing was all you could hear in your cloudy eardrums.

Your body was lifted from the seat, which was easy considering you were already curling into a ball and hadn't bothered to put a seatbelt on. The frigid skin you were pressed against was such a stark contrast from what you were used to being pulled against that it only added to the shock you were in.

Concerned faces stared down at you, like patrons at a zoo. If you were competent you would have hated this, hating being looked at as weak. But now isn't the time for ego fragility.

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You woke up two days later.

Laying in one of the Cullens guest rooms you slowly opened your eyes listening for the familiar sounds of the pack, only to be met with radio silence. You had been confused at first, but once you noticed your left arm bandaged everything slowly came rushing back to you. The physical pain of your newly stitched arm mashing with the emotional heartache that you were feeling was overwhelming.

It was sometime around then when the Cullens made themselves known. The comforting presence of Esme and Alice soothed you slightly as you bit back the waterfalls of tears that no doubt would be released the second you stepped foot behind the solitude of your own home.

You had to practically get down on your knees and beg Carlisle to let you leave, he wanted you to stay for observation but you needed to get out of there.

He let you go on the condition that one of his children drive you home, Edward volunteering so Bella would be able to get you inside your house and help you settle in.

“Y/N are you sure you are good to be by yourself? You can come back to mine, Charlie wouldn't mind”, she was genuine for once, it looked good on Bella.

“Bell’s as much as I love your dilf of a father, I really just want to be alone”

Her laugh was soft and brought a smile to your face. The two of you hadn't always got along but the both of you realized along the way that having an ally in the girlfriends of supernatural beings club was beneficial. Different struggles took place, but she was easier to relate to than someone like Jessica.

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Bella hadn't been gone for more than an hour when you heard the banging on your front door. Panic shot through you at first. You were lounging in your living room, your brain foggy from sleep and the pain medication Carslile had been kind enough to prescribe for you.

You felt vulnerable, which was something that you weren't used to, since you normally had your protective presence around you.

It wasn't stopping, only getting louder and more urgent.

So in a great effort, you pulled yourself up from the couch, hobbling towards the door. Glancing through the peephole you saw the one person that could stop your breath every single time.

Even when you thought you hated him, he still had the same effect on you.

He heard the lock click and pushed the door open, barely giving you enough time to move out of the way.

Instantly his arms were on yours, as he looked you over. He was visibly wincing at the sight of your heavily bandaged arm.

“Why are you here Paul?”, the swooning effect was gone, and all the emotions that you had been harboring were coming forward.

“God Y/N, I was coming to see you, there's no reason to be so hostile”.

“Hostile, I am being hostile? Paul, I have every reason to be hostile. Last time we were in the same room it didn't exactly end well”, you yelled gesturing towards the bandage.

He was at a loss for words.

He opened his mouth and started to speak but nothing came out.

You couldn't bear to look at him. The look of absolute regret and sadness was shattering your heart. His soft cries were the final straw for you.

Collapsing on the couch you placed your head in your hands sobbing, shaking your entire body.

No matter how much you had cried since the incident you still had so much emotion over it.

He mirrors your actions, falling down next to you.

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“I don't know how I will ever make this up to you. It's not excusable, but I just don't know what came over me”.

You knew that it wasn't excusable. He had come home and made an over-pack business. You had been cleaning the kitchen, completely minding your own business. But when he burst through the door, he made his business your business.

You had asked him what was wrong and received no response. He stomped through the house and out the back door. Something came over you and you followed him. In hindsight, you don't know why you did. But once you got out back you saw him throwing stuff into the woods, clearly not caring about breaking anything.

It was then that you yelled at him to knock it off and act like an adult, not a three-year-old throwing a tantrum.

Within an instant you were lying on your back, the wind completely knocked out of your lungs.

“Dr. Cullen said that it could have been worse. Only the upper portion is going to scare. He was able to stitch the lower part tightly enough”.

“Y/N, every single day I am going to make this up to you if you let me. The scar… it's going to be a reminder that I have to try harder and that I have to be better”.

“You have to prove it to me Paul. We are not going to just go back to how we are. We need to work past this. But I know we can”.

“Thank you Y/N. I love you so much and please believe me that I will make it up to you”.

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There wasn't much fluff at the end, sorry. Let me know if you want a pt 2 potentially to get the full amount of fluff.

#edward cullen #fanfic #imprint #paul lahote #twilight #paul lahote x reader #fem reader #x reader #sam uley #seth clearwater #jogetsobsessed #wolf pack x reader #request

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Mud Puddles - Seth Clearwater

This is based on this request !! I had a lot of fun writing it, thank you so much to the anon who requested this! Also, I hit 100 followers, so yay! Thank you so much to everyone for being patient with me and my unreliable posting. I hope you all enjoy!

“Come on Y/N”, a squeaky voice called from ahead.

You bounded through the countless mud puddles littering the Clearwaters property, the heavy raindrops soaking through your clothes. But you didn't care.

You didn't care that the cold was reaching your bones or that the mud most likely had wrecked your favorite t-shirt.

No, you simply were having the time of your life, chasing after your best friend, who was equally as dirty (if not dirtier) than you.

It was some make-believe game that his older sister had taught the pair of you that had the two of you sliding all around the yard. Today marked the season's first “good” rain, turning the sizable lawn into your own slip-and-slide.

The game went on for hours, each of you taking countless turns at being game leader, trekking through the wilderness, finding different treasures to take back to your shared treehouse, one that his father had built the two of you as a shared birthday gift years ago.

Eventually, the chill did catch up to both of you, as you reluctantly marched back home, taking the time to jump in just a few more puddles. Once Seth had burst through his back door beckoning you to follow you were immediately stopped by his mother, who almost had a heart attack at the sight of him and you.

Head-to-toe mud was caked on your bodies.

“Seth Clearwater and Y/N Y/L/N what on earth were you two thinking”, Sue screeched as she rushed off to find towels to attempt to clean you off enough for her to get you home.

She was still yelling about how she couldn't believe the two of you managed to get that dirty in one afternoon and how you shouldn't be left unsupervised any longer. Leaving you and Seth standing in front of the sliding glass door, clothes dripping on the linoleum. You were focusing on the sound of your teeth chattering when you felt someone staring at you.

Your gaze tracked to your left and you saw your best friend, teeth chattering and looking like a drowned rat staring back at you. As soon as he saw you looking back at him a wicked grin broke out on his face and he threw his head back, howling with laughter.

Soon you joined him, laughing so hard that your cheeks started to hurt almost instantly. And there stood the two of you, ten years old, laughing until Sue came back in the room, accepting the towels she brought, and you happily agreed to stay for dinner.

Life couldn't get any better, not when you lived in Forks, down the street from your best friend on the entire planet.

The cruelness of reality caught up to you only a mere month later.

When your parents sat you down after you had got ready for bed one night and explained that in just a couple weeks you were going to be leaving your childhood home, and the town that you loved. They did their best to try and explain how it was a smart economical decision for your family, your dad got a new high-paying job. Bribery was their main tactic, explaining that you were going to get to decorate your new bedroom and pick out some new toys and clothes for your new school.

But it didn't matter.

Because all you heard was that you were moving twenty hours away.

Twenty hours away from your best friend.

It was like your entire world was crumbling apart. The light from within was blown out.

They promised that you would make new friends.

But you didn't want to make new friends, not when you had the best one in the entire world.

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Rolling into town you truly had no plan.

Your mom had heard from an old coworker of hers that the Clearwaters still live in the same house from your childhood. Sue and Harry had always been the type of people with an open-door policy, and you were hoping that their generosity still stood to this day. “You're always welcome in our home Y/N’, Sue had told you all those years ago when you ran to their home, tears streaming down your face after your parents told you about the move. You didn't need a place to stay, just someone to talk to and catch you up on everything from the last ten years.

The turns in the road came to you naturally, it was like riding a bike, something you never truly forget. Crossing through Forks, turning left onto the reservation. And just like the drive through town, nothing had changed.

And when you came upon the familiar gravel driveway you felt like you were ten years old again.

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Your hand was hovering over the faded green door, the peeling paint revealing the old shade of brown it used to be.

Your thoughts were racing, what if Sue didn't recognize you, or thought it was weird you had just shown up out of the blue after all these years? Part of you wanted to turn around and haul ass back to San Diego, and just pretend that the past few days and this road trip didn't happen.

But you knew that if you showed up back home so soon you would look like a complete fool to your parents and your friends. You came all this way for this moment.

The sound of your knuckles rapping against the wood caused the sounds of someone moving about the kitchen to halt. Footsteps padding through the house were the next sound and you took a step back, preparing for whoever you were about to come face to face with.

“Y/N?” a voice said, completely startled.

“Sue!”, you mirrored, relieved to see the woman you once considered a second mom. She stared at you in shock before opening the storm door fully, ushering you inside, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. Laughing you hugged her back, breathing in her familiar smell of pine and fresh bread. She pulled away but kept you in her outstretched grasp admiring you.

“I can not believe how grown up you are”, she fawned tears in her eyes.

“A decade away will do that to yah”, you said laughing slightly.

She ushered you through the house and into the kitchen. You sat on the barstool where she directed you, accepting the glass of water and a small plate of cookies she pushed in your direction. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you as she stood on the opposite side of the counter just gazing at the sight of you.

Conversation flowed freely after you broke the silence, complimenting her on the cookies.

You were in the middle of laughing at a story about Leah learning how to drive for the first time when the sound of the front door crashing open sounded through the house. Sue immediately rolled her eyes at the sound, muttering something inaudible under her breath.

Heavy stomps bounded into the kitchen but came to a sudden stop.

“Hey honey, we have a surprise visitor”

Slowly you pushed yourself around on the stool, taking in the sight in front of you.

Saying he was handsome was an understatement.

He stood tall, his tan complexion glistening with sweat and his jaw dropped to the floor. Your smile was weak as you watched his eyes look you over from head to toe, drinking in the sight of you.

His gaze drifted past you, looking at his mom who seemed to understand what was going on, even if you didn't.

Sue left the room, sliding past you and slipping out the back door. Leaving just you and Seth in the kitchen.

Slowly you slid off the stool and took a few steps towards him. As you approached a loud snort escaped you and you snapped your palm across your mouth trying to stifle your laughter.

“What is so funny?”, he questioned cocking an eyebrow.

Your laughter only got louder as you had to crane your neck back to meet his gaze. Confused he started to laugh a little too, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced down at you.

“You were two inches shorter than me when I last saw you, that's what's so funny”.

His laugh was full this time, finally understanding where yours was coming from. Now he stood what seemed to be eight to ten inches taller than you, definitely surpassing six feet.

“I can't believe you're here, standing in my kitchen”, his voice was soft as if he didn't want to startle you, as if this was a dream. His hand slowly reached out towards yours. And when your two hands met you could have sworn you felt electricity. He coughed back another laugh, a nervous energy suddenly taking him over.

You rubbed your thumb over his unnaturally warm hand as you met his gaze again, giggling before you threw your hands around his neck. He faltered for a second before he wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you and tilting you around slightly. You squealed, caught off guard by the gesture, tightening your grip on him.

Seth sat you down and continued to stare at you, watching every slight movement you took, almost like he was afraid you would disappear. Tugging him towards the living room, the two of you sat on opposite ends of the loveseat, tucking your legs into your chest so you could turn and fully face him.

You wanted to know everything about him. Every detail about the past ten years of his life. Because even though it had been almost that long since the two of you had an actual conversation you still felt drawn to him. Like no time had passed at all. Looking at him behind the new adult body you still saw the ten-year-old that you had once loved.

Seth knew.

He knew from the moment that you turned around.

You were his person.

The imprint bond was just like everyone, all his brothers had explained it.

Suddenly Y/N was his reason for existing.

The same girl that he had been having dreams about since he was a child, the same girl who he had pined after, breaking down in secret whenever she got brought up in conversation. The same girl who had been missing for over half his life.

He had been able to communicate it with Sue by just the look in his eyes, and he was grateful she had gotten the hint and left the room. This was something that he needed to process with as few eyes on him as possible.

You were none the wiser, simply laughing about the reversed height difference the two of you now shared. Why would you know, you hadn't been around when Seth phased for the first time or experienced the hellish year that followed the Cullen's returning from their short time away from Forks.

And he was glad. You had been kept safe, far away from the danger that the supernatural world possessed.

Seth wanted to tell you, he wanted to tell everyone. Something deep inside of him was telling him to jump up and scream it from the rooftops, you were his imprint.

But he knew he couldn't. At least not right now.

You didn't have the slightest clue about anything supernatural, so he certainly couldn't start by telling you that the two of you were meant to be together. That the two of you were going to be tied together for the rest of your lives.

So for now, he didn't.

For now, he relished in your company, listening intently as you told him about your life. About everything he had missed during your absence from Forks.

And he was content, someday you would know. But not today.

#edward cullen #fanfic #imprint #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #x reader #sam uley #fem reader #seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #seth clearwater imagine #twilight fanfiction #the twilight saga #twilight wolfpack #twilight wolfpack x reader #jogetsobsessed

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Not Strong Enough - Paul Lahote

This is so rushed and you can tell lol. I started this months ago, last summer. Also I hate writing dialogue and this is basically all that so yay for Jo!

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“ I know you're awake Y/n”. His voice cut through the silence of the night.

You didn't stir. You were trying to keep your breath even, praying that he would roll over and go back to sleep. He didn't need to be bothered with the late-night demons you were fighting. He had so much that he was dealing with when it came to the pack, Sam has given him more responsibility in the past few months. You knew it was weighing on him but he never complained not wanting to burden you, even when you begged him to vent to you. Seeing him bottle his emotions only caused you to feel more emotional at the thought of him being sad and feeling like he couldn't talk to you.

“Y/n you're not fooling me love”. He reached out and turned his lamp on before rolling over to face you. Still, you didn't move.

Embarrassment flushed your cheeks and tears threatened to spill as you attempted to blink them away. Rubbing at your eyes to cover up the evidence of your dejected attitude. Even though Paul was quite literally watching your every move.

“What's wrong?”.

“I don't know what you're talking about Paul, you woke me up with your booming voice”.

He opened his mouth to retort what you said but stopped. Pausing to tilt his head to the side, much like a dog does when watching in anticipation. His eyes scanned your body, up and down as he tried to figure out if something was physically wrong with you. When he couldn't find anything wrong his eyes traveled to yours, locking in place. You just blinked, not wanting to budge.

“Y/n I love you, and I have loved you since I first met you. I know you. I know everything about you. Like how you always take a gasping gulp of air right before you fall asleep or how after you have been asleep for a little while you start to snore a little bit, not too loud but enough for me to hear. It's something I love, it soothes me. So yes, I know that you weren't sleeping”.

That was enough to break the dam.

Tears came out in droves as you bawled, burying your head in your hands. Paul acted in no time, immediately shifting to sit up, pulling you into his chest cradling your head as you sobbed. Fear was pulsing through his veins as he watched your chest heave up and down, gasping to catch your breath. His hand that wasn't holding your head rubbing small circles on your arm, attempting to provide comfort.

Slowly your tears came to a sputtering stop as you were able to fill your lungs up with enough air to begin to calm down. His hand didn't stop, because he was right with what he said earlier, he knew you. His grounding touch in your moment of panic was one of, if not the only thing that could bring you back to reality.

You turn your head up. Lifting it from his chest to gaze up at him.

His face shone with pure love and admiration as he gazed down at you. The hand that had clutched your head moved to your face, his thumb wiping away the stray tears that had yet to cascade down your cheeks slightly puffy from your outburst. His lips softly pressed against your forehead, lingering as he felt you relax under his touch. You shifted again, this time turning so you could lean your head on his shoulder, your legs dangling off his lap.

“So how are you going to tell me what's going on?”.

“I'm scared”.

You felt his body tense under your words. The sudden onset of anxiety filled the dimly lit room.

“What do you have to be scared of?”. His voice was calm but the way his grip tightened around you was another indicator of his sudden mood change.

“Becoming a mom, not being strong enough”.

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You knew it was silly.

To let this fear consume you. It's not like the idea of becoming a mom was new. You have spent the past eight months preparing for your upcoming life change. Outwardly you put on a confident front. Accepting the advice your friends and random strangers alike gave you unsolicited advice. Spending hours upon hours shopping with Emily and Kim, letting some of the tribe elders teach you how to crochet different styles of blankets for your new upcoming arrival. Learning about the teas made up of all different herbs that were supposed to aid in various pregnancy symptoms like nausea and sciatic nerve pain. You took in all of it.

But inside you weren't handling everything as well.

No one wanted to talk about the fears that you were harboring. No one wanted to talk about what had happened to Emily during the birth of her and Sam’s first. About how she almost lost her life because of the blood loss, because children born from the wives of the shifters were larger than ones born to human fathers. About how Sam’s screams could be heard miles away as the healers tried to push him out of the room, away from his dying wife. About how that could happen to you.

No one wanted to talk about how you could die.

So every night for the past few weeks as your due date was nearing closer you let yourself think of the possibility, the possibility of your mortality.

Normally you were able to suppress it enough to fall asleep shortly after Paul. But tonight was different.

After a day spent in Forks going to get an ultrasound and then to the healers on the reservation, you had heard someone address the possibility of complications. The talk you got from them was different, seeing as the doctors in Forks didn't know about the lineage of your husband, and his genetic abnormalities that could and probably would affect your child's birth.

Paul had remained stoic throughout trying his best to comfort you without showing any weakness. No matter how much you tried to drill it through his thick skull showing emotion didn't make him weak he didn't budge, that was going to be a lifelong battle.

But their words had hit you hard, the fears you had been struggling with by yourself in silence were finally being brought to light, and someone wanted to talk about them. And you had gone through all the different possibilities, all the complications, and their varying outcomes.

And that was why you had remained awake tonight.

Your fears were fighting off the exhaustion you felt, as your mind was on fire. Paul hadn't brought anything up, other than commenting on how big your baby was getting and about running up north to Port Angeles this weekend to pick up the last piece of furniture for the nursery. It was typical of him not wanting to bring up the things hard to talk about. And you didn't want to fight, not after such an exhausting day so you said nothing, opting for silence.

Paul didn't know what to say, no amount of circles against your arm could provide comfort in this moment. He couldn't simply solve this problem with his touch.

“What are you talking about, my love?”.

“Oh come on Paul, you're telling me you aren't scared. After everything we talked about today. The possibility of me die…”.

“Please don't Y/n”. His voice broke as he closed his eyes pulling you impossibly tight. Normally you would stop, but not tonight. No, you couldn't bottle your emotions anymore.

“Paul, we have to talk about it. Please, I can't do this anymore. I am so scared. Paul I'm terrified about what could happen, what if I can't do this. What if I'm not strong enough to go through labor”. Part of you was proud of yourself for fighting back your tears.

His silence was concerning. But it didn't last long.

“My sweet girl I want to tell you that there's nothing for you to be afraid of but I think we both know that unfortunately, that's not true. However, you're stressing yourself out over something that has a very small chance of happening -”.

“But it happened to Emily!”, you cried out cutting him off.

That hit him hard.

The pack had to experience the pain that Sam had felt years ago. Feeling what was causing their Alpha to crumble to pieces, to be reduced to tears as he begged someone, anyone, to help his imprint.

And Paul had never forgotten that feeling, the look on Sam’s face. So when you had broken the news to him, told him that he was going to be a dad he panicked. He had felt the same feelings that you were feeling now but as the months went on he pushed them down. Choosing to focus on the happier things in your pregnancy, accidentally ignoring everything that was bothering you.

Though hearing you now he had realized he messed up.

“Y/n what happened to Emily…it was horrible. But look at her now, she is a wonderful mother to three beautiful children. Her second and third deliveries went off without a hitch, you know this”.

“But I'm not like Emily, she's survived so much. She's invincible”, your lip was wobbling now.

“You are the strongest woman I have ever met, Y/N. I have complete and total faith in you. I know that you can do it”. His hands were resting on your bump, your child seeming to sense their dad's presence kicking against his palm.

“Really?”, you sniffled, a small weight lifting off your shoulders. It felt good to have this hard conversation. You knew there was so much you needed to talk about, but the bulk of it could be had in the morning, once daylight was streaming through the sheer curtains. “You are strong enough”

#edward cullen #fanfic #imprint #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #x reader #fem reader #sam uley #seth clearwater #the twilight saga #twilight x reader #paul lahote x pregnant!reader #jogetsobsessed

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How would Embry react if his imprint told him she was pregnant?

A cutesy little blurb, it's unedited if I'm gonna be honest lol

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“There's no way”.

You were freaking out.

There was a second line, there was not supposed to be a second line.

Embry and you have always been careful.

Except for the time after you worked a double, or when Embry had gotten off a twelve-hour patrol and there was the time in Emily’s guest bathroom during game night.

But you never thought those moments would have led to this one.

Kids were something that the two of you always danced around. Being young adults you didn't really want to spend your time raising kids.

Your twenties were for having fun and staying up at night. Waking up whenever you felt like it and getting to be spontaneous.

Your thirties were when you were planning on raising your children, even getting pregnant in your late twenties would have been expected.

But you were twenty and Embry was only twenty-one.

The two of you still felt like kids yourself, the task of raising one of your own made your head spin.

Once tears began clouding your version you shot off from the edge of the bathtub and tossed the test into your drawer.

Embry was going to be home any minute and you were going to let him catch you like this.

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You had been avoiding him. For over a week.

Sleeping at friends' houses and coming back when he was on patrol. You knew that once the two of you ended up in a room together he would figure it out.

He would smell the change, or depending on how far along you were, hear the heartbeat.

And you weren't ready for it.

It's not that you were scared of how Embry was going to react. He loved you and you knew it. Plus he was rational, there was no reason for him to get mad at you when it takes both parties to make a baby.

Emily, who had been helping you sneak back into the apartment since Sam would let her know who was on patrol, had texted you fifteen minutes ago that Embry should be gone for the next six hours.

Laying on the couch the ceiling was entertaining your eyes since your brain was too preoccupied to do anything else. Your eyes began to feel heavy as the exhaustion of dodging your boyfriend was catching up to you.

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A soft hum was the first thing you heard as you groggily opened your eyes. The open curtains allowed you to see that it was now dark outside. The hum got louder as you tried to rub away the sleep still left in your eyes.

Once you were able to knuckle the sleep away the sight of your disorganized living room came into view, but not for long since your eyeliner was quickly filled with your boyfriend's worried face.

“Look what the cat dragged in '', he was clearly pissed off, but you couldn't even argue that he had no reason to be.

Being avoided for a week tends to do that to someone.

The awkward silence had you internally cringing. It was not supposed to be like this with the both of you. Ever since Embry had imprinted he had vowed to be there for you and to never let anything stand in the way of you and him.

But now there was something in the way of your relationship. The monster of fear was consuming you and clouding your judgment.

“Y/N you need to talk. I'm not going to put up with this for much longer. I love you but come on this is ridiculous. I haven't heard more than five words from you”.

He was crouching in front of you now, staring at you. He didn't look mad anymore, worry had replaced the anger.

This was hell on earth for you.

You don't want to crush him.

“I don't want you to be mad Em, this isn't something small”, the tears were flowing now. You tried your best to keep them at bay, but you weren't able to choke them down.

“Bub I’m sure it's not that bad. You can tell me anything”, his hands snake upwards to grasp onto your forearms. His thumbs rubbed comforting circles.

“I'm pregnant Embry”.

He paused.

The world was moving in slow motion and he paused.

That was the confirmation that you needed. The confirmation that you had been dreading.

As quick as you could, you stood up hell-bent on getting out of the apartment as fast as you could. But Embry was quicker, jumping in front of you, stopping you from leaving.

“Woah, woah calm down Y/N. You can't just leave after you drop a bomb like that”.

“Embry I’m not going to stay here so you can be mad at me”, you sobbed.

“Mad? What said anything about me being mad”.

“The look on your face Embry. That said everything, you didn't have to say anything”.

This time his face contorted to shock, and then he stared at you for a moment. The silence was back, until…he laughed.

“What the hell Embry”, you yanked yourself out of his grasp.

“I'm sorry I just, bub I’m sorry you thinking I would be mad is kinda funny”, he was laughing harder. “Bub I promise I’m not mad”.

“You're not?”.

“No. Bub kids were always on the table with us. We were always gonna be parents, just now, just sooner than we thought”.

Your arms found their way around his neck as your bodies melted together. He held you close, rocking you slightly, soothing you as your sobs turned into hiccups. As the night went on, Embry told you everything he was excited about in the coming months, explaining all his ideas for names and how he wanted Sam to help him build a crib from scratch.

Embry was going to be the best day, you were sure of it.

#edward cullen #fanfic #imprint #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #x reader #fem reader #sam uley #seth clearwater #jogetsobsessed #twilight x reader

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jogetsobsessed · 8 months

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Electricity - Paul Lahote x reader

This is a longer one, I plan on writing a small blurb based on the ending! -jo:)

The waves were crashing against the jagged rocks that stood above the waterline of the second beach. There were different groups walking along the coast, and a particular family, one that had stopped at the market before heading out to the beach, caught your eye.

It was a younger couple with their two young children. A baby was strapped in a carrier to the woman's chest, happily kicking its legs as the mother cooed down at it. The father was a few steps ahead keeping up with the toddler. A little girl with bright blonde pigtails bounced as she ran ahead. Collecting seashells and stuffing them in the pockets of her pink polka dot raincoat as she went along, every once in a while turning back to show her dad the newest treasure that she had claimed.

It was a picture-perfect image, one that made your heart swell. You had never had that as a child, your parents split just months after your birth. And in an unusual situation, they each took a child. You remained in the care of your father while your older sister was in the custody of your mother.

But you never did mind, and you feared that you would never get to experience that with your future family.

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You grew up in the woods. Running barefoot clad in jeans and second-hand t-shirts coming home when the street lights turned on, dirty like a feral child. The children that you were surrounded with when you were younger had the same spirit as you. All of you ran together, creating your own realities that didn't have anything to do with the real world.

Growing up spending more time on the rez than in town was frowned upon for most non-members of the tribe. But you were one of the rare exceptions. After your father became a single father to an infant while also being the chief of police he turned to one of his longest friends asking for his help.

This ended up being a best-case scenario because you were then placed into the care of an elder in the Quileute community. She ran an informal home daycare, helping out members of the community when they needed it.

There you grew up alongside a group of kids who accepted you from day one, even though you weren't from the reservation. It didn't matter to them, children are not born with the biases that plague the minds of adults.

The lot of you ran wild and were known all around the reservation for being thick as thieves. You all did everything together, one person's experience was everyone's experience. The ups and downs of living in a small community, family problems that no children should have to experience, and more.

Many nights were spent jumping out of your bedroom window and riding your bike to the reservation crashing it in the front yard of whoever house you were spending the night at. Crawling into the dog-pile sleeping arrangements where you always had your best nights of sleep.

The friendships that you made as a child filled the void of absent family members. You made time for your father but no matter how hard he tried you could never be his top priority, since the town you called home and the surrounding communities relied on him. The pain in his eyes was always present when duty called and he had to leave you, but you knew that he felt better when you spent time with your friends, he hated leaving you alone.

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The door crashing open tore you away from the window and brought your attention to the front of the store. The bodies quickly ran into the couple rows of shelves and you knew who it was immediately.

Not wanting to rain on their parade you acted oblivious, shouting out your usual greeting for customers and rolling your eyes.

There was some rattling and you heard hushed arguing before four bodies jumped out shouting. Not even caring at your lack of a reaction, all four doubled over in laughter. You could have sworn your eyes were going to roll into the back of your head but you were used to their stupidity by now.

Slowly they all came out of the laughing fits and came up to the counter, Jacob hopped up on the counter and you gave him a quick shove off, Embry and Quil laughing at your actions. Paul leaned against the counter, opposite of where you stood, with Embry and Jacob mirroring his actions and Quil hopping on the counter this time. And when you didn't march over to push him off Jacob started to bitch, causing you to roll your eyes at him again while Embry was the one to shove him this time.

“Come on Y/N what are we doing tonight, we were talking about driving into Forks and going to the drive-in?”, Quil said as he absentmindedly organized the postcards in the little display stand.

“Yeah they are showing Dazed and Confused, way better than that romcom crap that they show all the damn time”, Embry laughed.

“Why the hell do you even know what a romcom is?”Jacob teased.

They began to argue and bitch at each other, Quil chiming in when he found it possible. You watched the argument waiting for them to be done when a rough hand tapped yours.

Paul was still standing on the other side of the counter in front of you, one of his fingers was ever so slightly grazing your own.

This was normal for both of you. The feelings that you had for him were mutual, though you would never admit it. Terrified at changing the dynamic of the group when you inevitably break up because the fairytale of high-school sweethearts doesn't work out more than it does. And staying friends with him was more important than the love that grew each time you saw him.

You gazed at him, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. This always happened to him too. Sure you felt safe around any of the boys and trusted them all, but in the past year or so something changed about the way you felt towards Paul. And it wasn't because of your crush, since that had been around well since you entered your teenage years.

Maybe it was because Paul had been the one tasked with explaining the existence of the shifters since you had accidentally found out when you witnessed Jared and Paul getting into it over something stupid one of them had said to the other one summer evening while you were sitting on the porch at Paul's dad's house.

This was during the time when your friend group was split.

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Jared and Paul had been cast out, spending more and more time with Sam Uley after they underwent inhumane transformations at record speed. You had hardly recognized Paul when you saw him after a few weeks of not seeing him. His long hair was gone, and his physique was impressive, and a tattoo now decorated his arm. And when you saw Jared a few days later, he was the same.

They both had given you the cold shoulder at first, but you weren't going to put up with their crap. They could have their little catfight with Quil, Embry, and Jacob but that was none of your business. Something must have happened that you had not been let in on, which pissed you off but you weren't going to lose friends over it.

So you split your time between the two groups now, seeing them only on separate occasions, never telling the others that you were hanging out with the opposite group.

So there you sat on Paul’s father's porch, it had been a normal day and then something was said and the day was ruined.

You had watched in horror as both of their bodies contorted and spun and their human forms were gone and giant wolves appeared in their place. As they snapped and lunged at each other you stood up from the porch and sprinted to your bike. Pedaling as fast as you could all the way out of the reservation and to your house.

Ignoring calls from both of them for a couple of days until Sam Uley showed up at your house. He held a bag of Harry Clearwater's famous fish fry that he was delivering to your father. No doubt running the errand for the old man to get the opportunity to talk to you.

You didn't know him the best, only hearing more about him in the recent weeks when Embry was referring to him, Paul, and Jared as hall monitors on steroids.

So as you tried to stick to your death glare towards him you relinquished after he asked several times for you to come by Emily’s, guilt-tripping you saying that Emily missed seeing you since you had stopped helping her out with working at the market.

That night Paul had sat you down on the back porch and explained that the legends you had grown up hearing as you crashed the bonfires as children were in fact true. It was a hard pill to swallow but you felt a sense of importance being one of the few interested in the secret.

Over the next few months, you watched as the rest of your friends went through the transformation as well, being able to comfort them when they wanted nothing to do with the other boys.

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“Y/N please tell Jacob that he's an idiot”, Embry pleaded.

“Jake, you’re an idiot”

“What the hell Y/N?”

“And Embry you're an idiot two, the both of you are idiots”, Paul and Quil both let out hoarse chuckles as they tried to stifle their laughter, at the two idiots with their jaws dropped. “And besides I can't do anything tonight, as soon as my shift’s over I’m out of here. My sister got here today. Charlie’s making me be there when he gets home from picking her up”.

“Ah, that's right Isabella is making her grand return, how long has it been, four, five years?”. Quil wondered.

“Try seven or eight”, Paul answered before you had the opportunity. You hummed in response and you began your end-of-shift duties, counting the money in the till since you were the closer. Greedy hands tried swiping some money as you counted and placed it all in the envelope. Handing the sealed envelope to the most responsible of the bunch which was Paul after he was given the strict instructions to hand it directly to Emily you bid your farewells as you hopped in your car and sped off towards town.

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The old wooden clock slowly tickled by as you sat on the worn-down couch waiting to hear the familiar sound of the worn-out brakes of your father's squad car pulling into the driveway. Your phone was lighting up every few seconds indicating new text messages coming in, no doubt from the boys and Leah begging you to meet them at the drive-in.

There was no use in telling them no, none of them took the answer “no” very well. And even if you wanted to meet them, your dad had asked you to be there when your sister got here, and he hardly asked you to do anything so you felt like you couldn't bail this time.

Picking at a loose string on the couch you were dozing off when finally the squeaky brakes could be heard signaling a sign of relief.

Spend a few hours catching up with your sister and then meet the pack at the drive-in and catch whatever movie was playing after Dazed and Confused.

The door pushed open and you pushed yourself off of the couch, preparing mentally for the awkwardness that was about to ensue.

The last time that you had talked to your sister was over two years ago. A phone call that had ended sour, led to the two years of radio silence. Neither of you wanted it to go on that long but you both inherited the trait of being stubborn from your mother.

“Bell’s I’m sure you remember your sister, It's been a while though”, your father laughed with a dry chuckle as he passed by you heading into the kitchen leaving you to stare at your older sister in complete silence, except for the distinct sound of a beer being cracked open.

“Hey”, you cringed at your own voice, sounding so weak.

“Hi”, she matched your tone, looking very uncomfortable, more than she usually looked.

Luckily you were saved by your father who waltzed back into the living room and headed towards the stairs, calling out for Bella to follow him. He motioned for her to head up the stairs while he looked back at you, eyes pleading for you to follow them. It was awkward for all parties involved. Groaning you grabbed the handrail to head up, his hand patting your shoulder in thanks.

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A few weeks had passed since your sister had arrived in town, and luckily she had found a few friends in Forks to occupy her time, but most days you were still forced to spend some time with her and show her around at your father's request.

She wasn't the biggest fan of the reservation, since she felt uncomfortable. However, it wasn't often that she joined you when you went since a particular pale boy took up most of her time.

To say that you weren't Edward Cullen's biggest fan was an understatement.

He was awkward and gave you the creeps. The way that he stared at you was like he knew something about you that you didn't even know yourself. Plus you found it slightly concerning that Bella was spending so much time with someone that she hadn't even known for a couple months.

Plus whenever you brought up the reservation he instantly became rude and annoyed, even though he too had not been living in Forks long enough to truly have an opinion.

Bella had dropped you off at Emily’s house since your car had puttered out on route 110 when you were driving to Port Angeles to pick up some groceries you couldn't get in Forks or on the rez.

Being at Emily’s house was your own personal heaven. Everything there seemed perfect even when it wasn't. The smell of baked goods met your nose every time you pushed the door open and within seconds Emily would pull you into a bone-crushing hug. Many days were spent sitting at the old creaky dining room table. The grooves and scratches that decorated it and showed the years of wear were familiar under your fingertips. You could trace one line and know where the pattern was going to lead.

Today was no exception, you were sitting at the table grazing on some of the goodies that Emily had been working on, talking about nonsense and listening to the soft melody that was floating out of the old radio that rested on one of the many cluttered shelves.

None of the pack was in, Sam had sent them on various missions and errands to keep them busy and out of trouble, so it was one of the rare moments where it was almost silent.

That was until a familiar orange truck came to a screeching halt outside. As soon as you caught a glimpse of it your anxiety spiked, your sister had no reason to be here. Emily shared a similar look of concern as she set down the bowl of muffins that she was mixing and came around to meet you at the table.

Glancing out the window you saw your sister stumble out of the truck after Embry and Jared, looking like she had just seen a ghost, or maybe a werewolf.

The boys ran into the house as if nothing was wrong, crashing into the table and snatching some goodies for themselves. Bella slowly made her way up the stairs.

She had dropped you off and picked you up a few times, but she never left the driver's seat of her Chevy.

“Who’s this?”, Emily asked in an attempt to break the ice since the two had never formally met.

“Bella Swan, who else?”Jared mused smirking at you knowing that this whole situation had your skin crawling.

Bella knew about vampires, you were sure of it.

The amount of time that she was spending with Edward was inevitable. But you were trying your hardest to make sure she didn't find out about the wolves. She didn't need to be involved in both supernatural worlds.

Vampires were not something that you knew much about, the basics were necessary since the legends of the tribe reference them. The questions that you had were extensive but you always played it smart and refrained from asking them since any mention of the leeches got the pack all worked up.

But now you knew your weeks of trying to keep her in the shadows were for nothing. As you learned that your sister had stormed into the Black’s house demanding to see Jacob.

He was trying to distance himself as well since Bella was getting more comfortable in Washington and was beginning to ask questions that Jacob couldn't answer due to Sam’s gag order and the looming threat that you placed…answers equal his murder.

Bella had gotten pissed since one of her only friends was ignoring her and decided to find out why for herself after Jacob completely stopped returning her calls.

This led to her finding Jake outside talking to the pack, and Bella inserted herself into the conversation and argued with Paul before punching him in the face. That led to Paul phasing and then Jacob phasing to protect her.

Bella had been traumatized, rightfully so but now you were in a predicament because she knew, and you were going to have to admit that you had been hiding something this big from her.

Your sister moved closer towards you, standing next to your chair, taking the muffin that you were extending towards her. No words were exchanged between the two of you as Jared and Embry continued to spill the secrets of the Quileute tribe.

You were so caught up in the bickering boys that you hadn't noticed Sam waltz in until he was all over Emily. The sight of true love made your heart swell.

The sweet moment was quickly ruined by two pairs of feet stomping up the steps of Emily’s front porch, the two tanned boys shoving each other and pushing through the open front door. Paul strutted towards his usual seat at the worn table, right next to you.

He looked past you and towards your sister, uttering a quick sorry. The tone of smugness made you want to gag at how idiotic he was and you could have sworn you heard Sam whisper a quick “oh my god”.

Jacob was grinning as well, that was until he spotted Bella. You could have sworn your heart was going to pound out of your chest. The awkward tension in the air felt like it was going to strangle you. You didn't dare to look at your sister, even though you could feel her eyes staring at the back of your head.

Luckily you were saved by the man of the hour after he motioned for Bella to follow him. As she pushed herself off the counter her hand found its way to your shoulder, and the look of anger and disappointment on her face affected you more than it should have.

She disappeared back the way she came and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your head was now resting against your folded hand, trying to calm yourself down. A hand was immediately on your back, rubbing small circles.

The electricity that you felt let you know immediately who it was. Paul was now standing behind you, even though you didn't even remember him standing from his seat next to you. You couldn't see it because of your closed eyes but no one else dared to speak in the room because of the anger that was displayed across Paul's face.

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“What the hell are you saying?”.

“Bella, will you just shut your mouth, you are throwing a fit for absolutely no reason. Last time I checked the world did not revolve around you”.

“It's called common sense Y/N, you knew this secret about people that we grew up with”.

That was it.

That comment was what had caused you to start charging across the front yard towards her. And if you hadn't been at Emily’s and the pack wasn't standing by you would have given her the punch to the face that was so deserved.

But you hadn't been so lucky since the minute you took off charging Paul's arms slung around your waist and pulled you in tight.

Jacob had moved Bella to the side, but it was for nothing since you quickly relented and held up your palms signaling that you were calm. Although you had calmed down, you weren't done laying into your sister.

“Bella as much as I’d love to come over there and beat the shit out of you for thinking the world revolves around you I won't. You had no right to know, it not only puts you in danger but it puts the pack in danger as well. And also you didn't grow up here so you can shut your mouth with that nonsense”.

It was silent for a second except for the soft sounds of the forest that blanketed Emily’s house. That was until Jared's voice broke through the air.

“Woah”.

Bella was at a loss for words, for once. Instead of bickering back with you she huffed and puffed for a second before saying something to Jacob. She hadn't whispered it but she was far enough away that you could only make out a few words, most of which were not in favor of you.

But you didn't care, Bella meant nothing to you. You had found your own family and she had found hers.

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Since Bella found out about the pack the two of you had been at each other's throats.

At home, when the two of you were together it was only a matter of time before you began bickering. Charlie had picked up on it and asked you both what everything was about. But it wasn't like you could explain to your father that you were arguing because she had a supernatural boyfriend and you had a supernatural best friend of a different species and they happened to be mortal enemies.

You know the usual teenage sister drama.

More and more of your time was spent on the reservation. It got to the point where you were spending days on end at Emily’s or one of the boys not even going home to get more clothes.

Quil’s grandma had offered for you to move in with them years ago and these days you were truly wondering if the offer stood.

Because even though Emily offered you the guest room every night you were starting to feel bad, like you were a barnacle stuck to the side of a boat.

“Do you want any help Em?”. Soft music was playing on the radio in the corner of the kitchen, the house decorated with beautiful flower arrangements that Emily had put together the night before. All of them had bloomed in her garden which she had been buzzing about since she planted them a couple months ago.

“If you could make the salad that would be amazing my darling Y/N ''. There was a hint of teasing in her voice. Something that the two of you had picked up on, seeing how it amused the pack to see the two of you interact as a fake couple.

Sam had been annoyed at first but Emily had straightened him out, lecturing him on how she knew he was strong enough in his masculinity for Emily to have fun and joke around with her friends.

She made Sam apologize to you which was a sight that the entire pack was cruising around to see their leader do what his girlfriend said to do.

“Of course dear, I will be right on it”, you replied giggling.

Emily and you spent the next couple hours enjoying the silence before the pack burst through the door ready to eat the dinner that Emily had so graciously prepared.

After the meal everyone migrated out back, most of the boys opting to play an impromptu game of soccer.

Sam and Emily were snuggled together underneath a blanket on the old outdoor couch that sat on Emily’s porch. You sat on the porch swing, using your left left to slowly rock yourself back and forth as you watched the game.

Unintentionally you found a thread sticking out of the cushion on the swing and started to absentmindedly pick at it. You were so caught up in it that you didn't notice the dip on the other side of the porch swing until an unnaturally hot arm was placed around your shoulder,

“Destroying Em’s property over there are you?”Paul's tone was teasing and if that wasn't clear enough the smirk on his face spelled it out clearly.

“Keep your voice down, you're gonna work Sam up”, your tone matched his. Both of you peering over at the happy couple lost in their own romance, they looked like a pair of high school kids, sneaking kisses and sharing giggles.

Slowly you laid on Paul's bare chest and snuggled against him, gladly accepting his radiating body heat.

This wasn't abnormal for the two of you, sharing such a vulnerable position.

Sure, you snuggled against the other boys when you were cold, but never like this, never so intimate.

With Paul, it was different, the connection that you felt with him allowed you to be so vulnerable and comfortable with him. It was an unspoken connection, neither of you acknowledging the sparks that you felt. No doubt the other boys had teased him about how soft he was when it came to you.

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Months had gone by.

Bella was practically living at the Cullens.

And you were couch-surfing on the reservation.

Charlie was dealing with his own mess at the department and you didn't want to risk running into your sister at the house for the sake of your own sanity.

It was summer time so neither of you ever being home was a red flag to him, but you knew that you were going to have to come up with some excuse once the leaves started to change.

It was a particularly hot day when you had drug out the kiddy pool from the back of your car. It had been stashed there all summer, something you impulsively bought on a trip to Port Angeles. Never really intended to use it, that was until temperatures soared into the hundreds.

Emily’s house was kind of the home base for the pack and had become your home base too. That's why you didn't feel weird about dragging the inflatable pool to the backyard and setting up camp for the day, even if Emily was out of town visiting family for the weekend.

The pack was all supposed to be doing jobs around the reservation, helping make sure everyone stayed cool, so you figured no one would bother you and you would be able to have an afternoon of peace.

Which worked out for a couple hours where you were able to just float and relax in the tiny pool.

That was until you got drenched by someone splashing you.

Aggravated you tore your sunglasses off ready to tear someone a new one, stopping when you realized who it was.

“You're lucky it's you Lahote”.

“Yeah…yeah make some room”. Paul didn't wait for you to even react and start to scoot over, instead taking matters into his own hands, pushing you gently to the side so he could recline to the best of his ability in the tight space.

“Your damn body heat is gonna turn this into a hot tub”.

“There is literally no need to be so dramatic”.

You were facing each other, his feat extended past the side of your body while yours was pulled towards your chest. It was a defense mechanism, you were fine being in close proximity with Paul. But for some reason being in the kiddy pool suddenly had you the most self-conscious you had ever been around him.

And if it wasn't like he had not seen you in a swimsuit before, I mean at this point with your relationship with the pack all the guys including Paul had “accidently” walked in on you changing.

This felt different.

The tension was building between the two of you.

Maybe it was because it was so hot outside or because of the difficult year you had experienced but you felt as if your judgment was a bit clouded.

Because as Paul scooted closer you matched his actions.

Suddenly the two of you were face to face.

You were frozen, not sure of the next move.

You wanted to kiss him, you really did. But you weren't sure of his feelings towards you.

That was until he finally made the next move and his lips found yours.

The rush of euphoria was instant, there was something so satisfying about the kiss. It was like the electric sparks that you had been feeling for the past year were now met with a constant electric current.

You were the one to break the kiss, instantly hiding your face to conceal the blush that had spread across it.

Paul stayed still.

You gave him a few seconds waiting for him to say something…but he didn't.

And when you moved your face to get a good look at him your heart sank.

He looked angry.

And he didn't just look at it, he was all worked up, trying to control his breathing, his shoulders moving up and down at a rapid pace.

He was gonna transform.

“Y/N get out of the pool”.

You were frozen with fear, his tone was so icy. He never spoke to you like this.

“Y/N get out of the pool now”, he practically growled the words.

It was as if some invisible force flung you backward, you couldn't even process what you were doing.

One minute you were sitting staring at the man you were in love with and the next you were stepping backwards in horror as you watched his clothes shred and his tanned skin be replaced by silver fur and then he was gone.

Leaving you all alone, destroyed.

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It had been five weeks since you had seen or talked to Paul.

It was as if he completely disappeared, just vanished off the face of the earth.

Although you knew this wasn't the case because none of the pack members seemed too concerned, dodging all your questions when you brought him up.

It was unbearable, to spend any amount of time with any of them.

You knew it was because they all had some big secret that they wanted to tell you, but couldn't.

And frankly, it was just making you mad at this point. It's why you never wanted to get romantically involved with any of them, because of this.

One day you had reached your breaking point though.

It was early one weekend morning, one where you had actually slept at Charlie's for the night since you had been feeling awkward on the rez. And you had sent a text to Quil asking if he wanted to get breakfast at your shared favorite spot on the reservation.

His text back simply contained one word; “Can’t”.

And when you texted Jared and Embry you were met with the same response.

So you did the unthinkable.

Pulling your clothes on and making yourself look more presentable than normal you put your car in gear and drove to an unfamiliar house.

The only reason you knew where to go was because you had been with your father once when he needed to stop by it really quickly.

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You had intended for the drive over to be a time to think about what you were going to say without having to say that all your friends were being assholes and you just don't want to be alone for the day.

But instead, you cried when a song came on the radio that reminded you of your said asshole-ish friends.

So now here you were fixing your makeup that had run down your face giving yourself a monitor pep talk to prepare yourself to be the bigger person.

Finally getting out of the car and walking to the front door you reluctantly knocked.

Within a flash a ghostly person was standing in front of the glass door, looking at you at first with curiosity and then pity.

Luckily you didn't have to say your friends sucked, he just knew.

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The Cullens had welcomed you into their home with open arms.

Something you never would have suspected considering if they only had one hater in the world it was you and if there were no haters in the world then you must be dead.

But that was before, you had put most of it behind you.

Choosing to see their positive qualities and attributes and not focusing on the negative.

Being in their home was such a stark contrast from being at Emily’s

The atmosphere and the way everyone interacted, which was one of the downsides to the Cullens house, felt so formal compared to Emily’s and you felt so out of place.

But regardless you made yourself as comfortable as possible, attempting to repair your relationship with your sister.

On this day in particular most of you were upstairs, lounging in the living room, light conversations taking place, nothing too heavy to disrupt the calm environment.

Until Edward shot up from his place next to Bella on the loveseat. His brothers followed immediately, his sisters following just moments later. Bella and you remained seated, unsure of what to do.

She opened her mouth and started to speak but a loud snarl caught both of you off guard. Bella looked perplexed but you knew right away who it could belong to. Jumping off the couch you

The Cullen-Hale siblings were crowded around their front porch, blocking your direct vision but it didn't matter you knew who it was.

sprinted downstairs.

“She doesn't want to see you”

“You need to leave”

“Get off our territory mutt”

Pushing past the stone-cold bodies shielding your view felt like a mistake. Because there he was. You could see some of the anger leave his face the moment he saw you but it returned as soon as Emmett's hand found its way to your shoulder.

“Get your hands off her”

“Not happening, you need to leave”

“I’m giving you three seconds”

“He’s not gonna listen to you mutt”

“Take your hands off my imprint right now or I am not going to have a care about whatever the treaty says”

Time stopped still.

Have you heard him correctly?

Did he just call you his imprint, I mean there was no way. He had to have been lying. You had been around Paul practically every day since his genes kicked in, minus all the times you had been arguing.

And not once did he tell you anything about you being his imprint, in fact, he got off the topic every time you brought it up.

No one dared to move, besides Paul who was heaving his shoulders up and down, trying to fight off the impending shift.

Carlisle moved to say something to Emmet, something you couldn't hear but whatever it was it made his hand swiftly retract from your shoulder.

This time Carlise came up next to you whispering, “You better go with him Y/N”.

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How you wished to be a fly on the wall. You wished you could see what was going on right now in Emily’s backyard.

Paul and you had decided it was neutral ground, and that way if Paul got worked up the pack could hopefully talk him off the ledge. They were all inside, on Sam’s order but you had no doubt that they were listening to every single word that was being said, or better yet the words that weren't being said.

You had sat down on the porch swing almost five minutes ago, Paul leaning against the railing opposite of you. He had opened his mouth as if to speak within the first ten seconds of being outside but no sound came out.

“Paul, are you going to say anything?”

He fiddled with a loose piece of wood sticking out the front of the porch railing, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation.

It was something new.

All of your years of knowing Paul you had never seen him like this. Embarrassment actually looked good on him, it was such a stark contrast from his confident cocky self, this whole thing was truly a humbling experience for him. One that you no doubt would be teasing him for once you moved past this awkwardness.

“I wanna start with I’m sorry”

“Why did you do it?”, your tone was accusing.

“Do what?”

“Paul don't act stupid”

“Y/N please this is what I didn't want. I didn't want you to find out and then everything we had…our friendship would be ruined”.

“Is it because you don't like me like that, like the way that imprinters like their imprints?”.

Your eyes fought to see him, but he refused to look at you. And with the slight nod of his head, you felt your heart shatter.

Slowly you started to push off the swing, ready to collect your bag from inside, but you didn't make it off the chair. His hand was clamped around your wrist, stopping you.

His other hand found its way to your cheek, guiding you to look at him, wiping the loose tears away.

“No, no baby, I mean Y/N I didn't mean it like that”. The hand felt surprisingly soft on your cheek, giving you instant relief. Looking up at him all you saw was fireworks.

Your childhood crush, the man that you have loved since you were a child, was meant to be yours. Even the universe agreed.

“Y/N I have been in love with you since we were fourteen years old, but I never said anything because I didn't want to hurt you. I don't know how to be in a relationship. My mom left when I was a kid, you know that whole story. And I don't have a good track record with relationships so far. I messed all of them up, and I would never forgive myself if I messed this one up too. I don't know if I could physically take it”.

He was crying now.

They were soft tears, slowly sliding down his tanned skin. He was pouring his heart out to you, and you had never felt so special. Everything in your life had been leading up to this moment. The moment when the universe aligns for you.

“We can go at your pace, you don't need to commit to anything you don't want. I will do anything and everything for you, I will move heaven and earth for you, I will walk to the East Coast and back to pick you up if you ask”.

Now he was rambling.

“Paul I love you too”.

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