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[pennylanefics]

Safe - Paul Lahote

a/n: finished this in a couple hours last night :D

summary: during a winter storm, paul’s car breaks down on the side of the road, at a time in which rampant vampires are running wild

warnings: mentions of anxiety

word count: 1.3k (exactly omg)

It was a stupid idea to begin with. The roads were slowly becoming fully covered with snow, but you two wanted to stay at the lookout for just a little while longer, enjoying the peaceful view and getting away from civilization for a while.

However, it was now dark out, even though it was only six o’clock, and there was no indication of a road in front of you.

“Paul, why don’t we just pull over for now and wait till the morning,” you offer, your anxiety rising as he swerves due to some ice on the road.

“Babe, you really wanna stay in this truck for twelve fucking hours?” He snaps, though not too harsh, it was coming from a place of security and protectiveness.

“I’d rather that than attempt to drive and fall off the fucking road into a ditch,” you reply. Paul glances over at you and right away, he can sense your worry. He sighs softly and carefully maneuvers his beloved truck down the road.

“I’ll try to be as careful as I can, baby, but I want to get back home so you’re not freezing in here.”

“You do realize that you have a super high body temperature that could keep me warm all night?” You joke. Paul laughs along with you and shrugs his shoulders.

“I know, but I don’t-no, no, no no!” He groans as a clicking noise sounds from the truck, the engine giving out just as he pulls onto the side of the ‘road’, thankfully on the side with the wall of rock, so there was no way to skid off the edge and into the forest.

“Fucking shit,” Paul mutters to himself, trying to turn the car on. But it’s no use. The truck was completely broken down, and there was no way to jump start it.

There was most likely no one else out at the moment, so no passing cars could be of help. The pack was away for the night and wouldn’t return until the morning, deterring some new group of vampires that was terrorizing the town.

“Well, good thing we have some leftovers,” you murmur, trying to lighten the mood. Paul glances over at you and smiles, grabbing your hand.

“I’m sorry. We should’ve left earlier,” Paul says, shaking his head and looking down in his lap.

“I also wanted to stay, so it’s just as much my fault as it is yours,” you tell him, hoping it makes him feel better. “But I’m glad that you’re not gonna be driving anymore tonight because it’s really scaring me.”

Paul’s face falls and guilt settles in his chest. He should’ve listened to his instincts when he first felt your nerves arise.

“Baby, I didn’t mean to scare you, it’s…” he tapers off, nervous about telling you his true feelings. However, he’s also cut off by you shivering, the cold temperature outside starting to seep inside.

His protectiveness kicks in and he hops into the backseat, motioning for you to join him. But you are unable to gracefully climb into the back, so you get ready to hop out and just get in through the backseat door, but Paul stops you.

“I don’t want you going out there, even if it’s for a split second,” he begs. You stare at him in disbelief.

“I’m not gonna get frostbitten in two seconds.” The look in Paul’s eyes tells you something else is up, so you sit back in your seat, looking at the space that you have to crawl over.

Finally, you manage to stumble back with Paul, falling into his arms, which wrap around you to make sure you didn’t fall off the seat and onto the floor. Your giggles fill the car and Paul grabs a blanket from the trunk while you get comfortable, picking up the picnic basket and finding something to snack on for now.

Paul throws the blanket around your shoulders for now, you curling into his side, finally relaxing into his body.

“See, this isn’t so bad,” you whisper when you finish your snack. Paul chuckles and kisses your forehead.

“For now. Just wait till it drops to ten degrees later in the night.”

“But at least this gives us more time to talk,” you point out.

“Or make out?” Paul offers. You gaze up at him, finding him smirking down at you. A similar smirk tugs at your lips and your hand trails up to his neck to pull him down to you.

Forty-five minutes go by, and you could already tell the temperature was beginning to drop. But with Paul beside you, it wasn’t a big issue. You end up throwing a second cover over his body, just to lock the heat in so that you could feel it more.

He even slipped his shirt off to allow you to feel his burning skin, which you very much enjoyed.

“Does…does you not wanting me to go out there have to do with that group of vampires?” You ask during a lull in the conversation.

You’ve been stuck for about four hours now, and it was coming to the point where you had no idea what to talk about anymore. So, you decide to bring this up.

“Who told you?” Paul mumbles, upset that the pack secret had gotten out. Sitting up from his chest, you grab his hand.

“Emily. It slipped out and I promised I wouldn’t say anything but-”

“Shh,” he coos, placing a finger on your lips to silence you, “it’s okay. I figured one of the other girls would tell you because the guys tell them everything.”

“Then how come you didn’t say anything to me?”

He pauses and carefully thinks over his words, his mouth falling open and closing as he does.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he finally says. “I know you had a close call with Victoria, and I didn’t want to frighten you with another set of vampires. I knew the pack would be able to drive them up north, so there wasn’t any real worry, but of course vampires are unexpected, so who knows what would’ve happened.”

“And you were scared that they could be around us and smell me when I stepped out of the car?” You could feel your anxiety rising once again, and this time, Paul senses it immediately.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, cradling your face in his hands. “Yeah, I was…but again, I didn’t want to scare you. You’re safe with me, like you always are. I promise.” You nod and curl back into his chest, sighing softly.

“Paul?” Your voice rings out in the still air, after a few minutes of nothing.

“Hm?”

“Hold me tighter?” You softly beg. Paul’s heart aches in his chest at the tone of your voice. But, he obeys your wish and tightens his grip, pulling you as close to his body as possible.

“Do you wanna switch positions? Do you want me to spoon you, or is this okay?” He asks. You hum happily, snuggling your face into his neck, a small grin displayed on your lips.

“No, this is perfect. Thank you.” He kisses your head softly and rests his cheek in the spot afterwards.

“Get some rest, alright, baby? I’ll call Emily in the morning for her and Sam to come help once he’s awake.” You nod against his shoulder and shut your eyes, focusing on the heat surrounding you and the feel of his body next to yours.

It always did the trick to get you to sleep, and within minutes, you were out like a light, but Paul stayed awake, keeping a lookout to make sure no one else was around and that you were safe.

Though you knew you were safe with Paul, no matter what.

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paul lahote taglist: @volturiwolf

[supercap2319]

Hi can you please write some Paul Lahote smut please with Paul being rough with y/n and y/n just loving it please like they almost break the bed kinda rough

Having a werewolf for a boyfriend had its pros, and cons, but it was definitely worth it. Paul was reckless. Impulsive. Hot-headed. Jealous. Possessive. But all of that made him so much hotter. Especially in bed.

Being a werewolf-shifter means that you were now different from before you turned. And Paul was definitely different. He could be sweet when he wanted too, but he liked to play rough with Y/N. Talk dirty to him. Especially after he imprinted on Y/N.

Y/N was his. And he would gladly show him all the unconditional love that he could, but that doesn't mean Paul wouldn't have fun along the way. He pushed Y/N onto the bed, grinding their crotches together roughly as Y/N grasped Paul's shoulders. "P-P-Paul? Please?”

"Please, what?" Paul growled.

"Take me. Take me hard and rough." He grinds and whines pathetically for him. Paul loves this. "I love it when my mate begs. Gets me so turned on." Paul's fingers traced Y/N's pants as he squeezed his bulge before unbuttoning his pants and soon he was naked for Paul.

"All mine. Just mine." Paul possessively grabbed Y/N's hips and flipped him on his stomach. He traced a finger down his back and close to his cheeks. "Is my mate loose from earlier in the woods?" Early this morning, Y/N told Paul he was really horny, so they fucked in the woods. Leaving their scent all over the place. The pack definitely complained.

"Yes. Please?”

"That's it." Paul lined himself with his mate's hole, before he pushed inside him slowly. Feeling that tight heat wrap around and squeezing his dick was almost too much for Paul to bear. He let out a small moan. "So, tight. So, hot." He pushed in and out, slowly at first before starting a punishing pace with Y/N grabbing the sheets as Paul grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to look at him as Paul fucked him.

He pounded in and out of him, adding some of his supernatural strength into it, causing the bed to slide, and hit the wall. Paul loves it and so does Y/N. "Oh, fuck! Paul! H-H-Harder baby." He closed his eyes as he just felt Paul jackhammering into his hole.

"Fuck, Y/N. I love my mate's tight hole." Paul said.

"Rougher! Scratches. Anything rough." Y/N begs.

"Oh, you dirty boy." Paul growled in his ear. "You got it." As Paul rammed into Y/N, scratching his fingernails down his back, as they went all night long.

[randomfanboi]

Masseur

Paul Lahote x Male Reader (Smut)

Summary: Everyone knows about Paul’s anger issues. But when his anger lets him lash out at his wolf pack and cause several fights. Emily proposes to Sam that a massage might be a good idea, since there was one not too far. Paul is irritated by the whole thing but Sam forces him to go. Paul is annoyed when he shows up to the place but when he lays eyes on his masseur, his now imprint, things take a turn for the best.

Author: This is also my first Paul Lahote smut! And you know, Paul is so angry in the movie I think he deserves a massage… especially by me. But enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, anal sex, 18+

Paul let out a heavy sigh, as he rubbed a hand down his face. “It WiLl bE goOd foR yOu.” Paul mocked as he remembered what Sam told him when he and Emily made the arrangement. Paul looked at the massage parlour where Emily had arranged a session for him. Everyone did know that Paul had anger issues, however two months ago it started getting worse. Paul would snap at anyone that slightly irritated him mostly his wolf pack and some occasions Sam but never Emily since that was a death wish.

Sam was getting fed up with it. Once a week minor fights turned into brawls not everyday but every hour. Almost no one wanted to do patrol with him and there was no coordination with Paul. Sam confessed his concerns with the wolf pack regarding Paul to Emily and she suggested a massage for him, Sam saw no better option so she arranged it. When it was announced to Paul he wanted nothing to do with it till Sam literally forced Paul to go, being Alpha had its perks.

Back to the present, Paul stomped his way into the parlour already wearing an irritated expression. He stopped by the front desk, as the lady looked up at him. “Can I help you?” She asked raising a brow at his irritation. Paul rolled his eyes. “I’m here for a session.” “Name?” “Paul Lahote.” The lady glanced at her computer before looking at him again. “Your right on time.” She pointed down a hall. “Door 7.” She said as she returned to her computer. Paul went down the hall without thanking her, on purpose.

Paul came to the door and opened it, he went through the door and closed it behind him as he surveyed his surroundings. This looked expensive to Paul. The massage bed was placed in the middle of the room, to the right of the bed was a rectangular pool surrounded by pebbles and candles. The wall that the pool was closest to, had water falling at a gentle soothing pace. There was a mirror facing one of the heads of the massage bed, with a sink under it and plants were everywhere.

There were windows but the noticeable one was the ceiling one revealing nature. And a wooden closet with sliding doors with towels, and massage liquids etc on the shelves. After Paul noticed the closet he noticed the person going through it, you. “Oh, welcome!” You said clasping your hands. “I’m Y/N, by the way your looking around, is this your first time?” “Yeah.” Paul said in his attitude.

Paul was about to make a snarky comment towards you but froze as he made eye contact with you. Paul immediately forgot about his surroundings, hell it felt like even the ground or gravity didn’t even exist anymore. You’re his imprint. Paul’s eyes widened as he let out a gasp, realising and taking in your gorgeous features. Paul was staring at you mouth open, as you had no idea what was going through Paul’s mind, you giggled at his expression. “I’ve been told, that I’m beautiful and sexy before, but your face really takes the cake.” You stated with a smirk.

Paul only realised what he was doing now and his cheeks flared up in embarrassment. Embarrassment only seeped in further when he realised how much the pack members would tease him for how he looked just now. Paul tried to speak but stammered. Thank fuck the pack isn’t here. “S-sorry uhhhhhhh-.” “It’s alright.” you said with a chuckle, which Paul now cherished. Paul couldn’t believe him hearing himself, he’s heard of wolves getting nervous in front of their imprint but his was just on another level.

“Alright, you quickly undress while I set up the oils and adjust the bed.” Paul blinked twice, realising he had to take his clothes of now in front of his imprint. “U-uhh all of it- the clothes!?” Paul sputtered out. “Usually all customers take all their clothes off, but you can keep on whatever makes you comfortable.” You spoke with a warm smile. Paul gulped before removing his clothes. While he did, you prepared the massage bed, occasionally casting a side glance at Paul.

Paul smirked as an idea popped into his mind, each part of his body that he revealed he flexed a little and it worked. He caught your eyes lingering longer at his body and subtly biting your lip, that was definitely an ego boost for Paul. You then tossed Paul a towel and quickly got some oils from the closet. “Alright you can lay down on the bed if your ready.” Paul nodded and laid down on the massage bed. Paul swear that his heart had never beaten this fast before, he was genuinely nervous.

“Right, let’s start at the back.” Your hands moved down on to Paul’s back and Paul had to stop himself from moaning loud. Paul has been touched by other people but that was nothing compared to this. Each movement from your hands to his skin was like a spark of pleasure that the imprint bond only amplified. Even the faintest of touches made Paul want to groan. “Wow there’s a lot of tension, lemme just-.” Paul couldn’t stop himself in time.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!”

The loud moan from Paul echoed around the room. Your hands ceased as Paul’s face began to redden at the realisation of what just happened. He froze completely not daring to say a word before sputtering out words in the silent room. “Y/N-I-UHH!” You began chuckling. “So you liked it that much eh?” Paul face reddened further. “Sorry about-.” “Don’t worry misterrrrrr-.” “Call me Paul.” “Don’t worry about it Paul I prefer that you continue making these noises let’s me know I’m doing a good job.” Paul quietly groaned at the seductive tone in your voice.

Throughout the massage Paul let out groans, gasps and moans, each one had you biting your lip, taking everything not to go further with him. When you were done with his calves, you reached out for a different massage oil. “Alright, Paul you can lay on your back now.” Paul’s eyes widened, as much as he would love for you to continue touching him on the front of his body, something noticeable will be poking at you from his waist towel. Paul breathed in and out, trying to calm his dick down before laying on his back.

You continued, starting with his pecs, his moans and groans continued as you pressed, grazed and lathered his torso. His moans had you biting your lip taking literally everything for you not to go further with him. As your right slid down to his abs, you noticed something, the towel covering his hip to high thigh level, something was poking out. You bit your lip again. You let your left hand continue your movements as your right hand lifted the edge of the towel up. You craned your head a bit down, to look under the towel.

It was hard and big.

You glanced at Paul, his face contorted in pleasure. An idea hit you, one you liked the sound of. I mean he’s so caught up in pleasure it wouldn’t hurt to go a little beyond with him and you only live once. You thought. You carefully lifted the towel off, licked your lips and craned your head down before putting his cock in your mouth.

Paul eyes shot open as the most pleasurable sensation exploded through his body. He let out a mixture of a moan and gasp. His eyes focused to what was happening to see the most sexiest thing in his life. You, his imprint bobbing up and down on his cock. Paul let his head fall back with a breathy “fuck.” You then held on to Paul’s thighs and began taking in more of his cock before taking it entirely as his tip hit the back of your throat. “Oh fuck!” Paul yelled out, his hands gripped the edge of the massage bed as his teeth clamped his lips. You let his cock fall out of your mouth with a pop, looking at Paul, whilst stroking his fuckstick.

“Damn, you really seem to have a lot of tension in your body Paul. Mind if I continue?” You asked seductively. Paul opened his eyes to make eye contact with you. “N-no, please fu-fuckin continue.” You laughed noticing the pleasure had Paul trembling. “Hmmmm.” You put his cock in your mouth again getting back to the original pace. Paul hissed as he craned his head forward to look at you more clearly. Your mouth was magical, he hadn’t felt anything like it.

Placing a hand on your head, a devious grin appeared on Paul’s face, before his hand forced you down his cock. You let out a surprised hum before gagging, Paul’s eyes rolling at the pleasure. Paul chuckled slightly as he continued to force your mouth down with his hand. You then stilled where only his tip was in your mouth. You indicated to Paul with a hum. Paul grinned again as he grabbed your head with both hands and started thrusting his hips relentlessly. “Ohohhoo fuck!” Paul exclaimed.

You again let Paul’s cock out with a pop. But before you could continue, Paul’s hand pulled your head towards his, putting his lips on yours. Your tongues entangled around each other, as Paul tugged at your shirt, you then took it off. Paul took about two seconds to admire your torso, his teeth bit his lip eagerly. You connected your lips with Paul, a moan coming from the the both of you.

Your tongues danced and entangled around each other. Paul had never done this before with a guy but in the heat of the moment he couldn’t give a fuck. His big hands gripped your ass and squeezed. You moaned into his mouth as Paul let out a chuckle. He then pulled your pants down along with your underwear. Paul’s hand slid up and down your shaft as you groaned, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Paul took this as a chance to bite down on your neck as you gasped. He then sucked at your skin making you moan loudly, Paul then lathered his tongue over your hickey.

Paul then grabbed your hips and spinned you around quickly and spread your ass open revealing your aching hole. He slithered his tongue in as you let out a gasp at the feeling of something warm enter through your entrance. Paul continued, ravishingly manoeuvring his tongue, you tasted so fucking good and your moans only encouraged him. Paul then suddenly had an idea, an idea he always wanted to try. Gripping your hips, he placed your thighs on his right shoulder. You were upside down, Paul’s cock touching your cheek, and you took it into your mouth. He then carefully placed your left leg on his other shoulder and began again at your entrance

You felt Paul’s hot tongue dancing in and out of your entrance you bit your lip. Before your putting your head down to start sucking again. Paul would help every time you needed to lift your head up. You popped his cock out of your mouth. “Are we going to take this to the next step Mr. Lahote?” Paul snapped out of his pleasure responding with a maniacal grin. “Fuck yeah.” Paul set you down on the massage table once again. You looked back at him, smirking and wiggling your ass. What came next was what you wanted and what Paul was craving, his hand came down and smacked your ass. The pain becoming euphoria as you moaned out. Paul chuckled before repeating the motion, groping and rubbing your ass after each smack. After a while he placed both hands on each ass cheek and leaned in, and spread your ass open. Paul saved the image of your hole. Oh it’s practically begging for me. Paul thought.

Paul then gripped his cock, stroking it a little whilst gazing at the sight of your desperate hole. He then lightly slapped your hole with his cock and began grinding against, causing a needy whine from you and Paul chuckling at your reaction. “Ready?” Paul questions in a teasing tone. You cocked your head to the door of the massage room. “I was the moment you walked through that door.” Paul grinned, gripped his fuckstick, and entered you. The moment Paul’s tip entered, the nerve system in your body and Paul’s exploded with pleasure which only increased as you took more inches of Paul’s cock . “Fuck.” Paul cursed out, whilst you were moaning. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as each inch of Paul’s cock slid into you slowly.

You turned your head back to make eye contact with Paul, a playful mischievous glint in your eyes that made Paul gulp. “I want it harder.” You then slammed your body back, filling your hole with the rest of Paul’s fuckstick, Paul gasped and gripped your hips. “…And faster.” You smirked. Paul growled, smacked your ass again, and began thrusting into you at a accelerated pace. Your whole body, mind, and might as well fucking soul, was filled you with pleasure your mind going completely blank. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as Paul’s cock re-welcomed itself into your hole again and again.

Like you, Paul was lost in pleasure. Each slam and thrust brought pleasure through his nerves and passion to his veins. The imprint bond felt like it amplified everything. Paul’s hips literally couldn’t stop, even if he wanted it to, and why would he? Your moans only furthered him into a frenzy. Paul’s left hand held your hip tightly whilst his other hand, snaked to your neck. You then felt Paul’s fingers curl around your neck, before his hand grasped your throat and tilted your head upwards. You let out moans of ecstasy at the action. Paul then tilted your head back towards him a little and leaned forward and found his lips on yours, tongues dancing in the dirty kiss.

Paul then forcefully pulled himself out of you, you whined almost begging him to put it back in. He then flipped you over and slammed back his fuckstick into you in the span of 3 seconds. You gasped as Paul’s lip’s connected with yours again, his tongue slithering with yours. Paul’s hands then firmly gripped your waist as you felt your back no longer touching the massage bed. Paul then lifted you up and slammed your hips on to his cock.

His cock hit it. That special spot.

You gasped loud, sounding surprised. Paul’s face turned wicked as his smirk became dangerous. He then continued slamming your hips down on his cock, it hitting your prostate with pinpoint accuracy. Your moans were muffled by his lips on yours again before he started to kiss the side of your jaw down to your neck. He licked the side of your neck before biting down and sucking on it. Your senses fucking exploded your moans so rapid that it felt like you had no room to breathe. You wanted to catch your breath but you were being selfish, you didn’t want to stop this pleasure not even for a instant.

After Paul gave you again a hickey, multiple one’s actually, that he was proud of, he laid you down again on the massage bed. Paul then pushed your legs forward basically folding you in half, and making his cock go deeper inside you. Your eyes rolled at the sensation and you started to feel something in your lower stomach. You bit your lip and looked Paul straight in the eyes, challenge being prominent in your eyes. Paul’s raised his eyebrows. “Is that all you’ve got, Paul?” You challenged. It took a second for him to respond but he replied with a sharp thrust of his hips. “Oh no, people always say, save the best for last.” Paul replied. Paul then began slamming his cock again faster and deeper thanks to your position. Soon Paul feel that familiar feeling in his pelvis.

Paul gripped your legs and leaned forward to connect your lips again. His ,fucking, pace increased as he growled against your neck. Paul was fighting with his wolf for control the sensations were getting too much and just right at the same time. Your moans turned to keens getting louder and louder, the pleasure reaching a spike, then another spike, pleasure reaching beyond you and Paul have ever felt. The imprint bond was sure to blame for this as Paul lost control of his hips, slamming his cock into you at a unbelievable speed. Paul snarled, the pleasure escalating far greater than he expected. It’s as if your pleasure became one, reaching pleasure and passion never felt before. You locked eyes with Paul, lust and passion in both your eyes, till the pleasure reached its peak… and soared to the heavens, as you both cum.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

“SHIT!”

“PAUL!”

“Y/N FUCK!”

The orgasm felt like it was the best thing in your life that you were alive to only feel this. Heavy pants followed after the release between you and Paul. He then pulled his cock out of your filled whole, his cum spilling out immediately, he grinned at that. Paul then leaned over towards you and licked your mess off your chest, savouring the taste of you. Paul then connected your lips in a lazy kiss, before gazing at you thoughtfully. You closed your eyes in the post bliss. You made eye contact with Paul. “Well that was… amazing.” “Tell me about it.” Paul chuckled out. “Well I hope as your masseur I got those tense muscles sorted out?” You asked. “You did more than I could ask for… thanks.”

You sat up and glanced at the clock in the room. “You’ve still got thirty minutes of your session left is-WOAH!” You were interrupted as Paul pulled you by the waste and inserted his tongue inside your mouth. “Good I’m not done with you yet.” Paul let out a wicked smirk.

…

“How was your session Paul?” Emily asked placing muffins on the table. Paul thought back to what happened earlier that day grinned. “Pretty good.” Paul stated. Jared raised a eyebrow at him. “It seemed more than ‘pretty good’.” “Yeah, you didn’t even come to the pack house with a pissed off expression, which is the usual.” Said Embry taking a bite out of Emily’s cooking, Paul playfully pushed Embry and chuckled which almost surprised the entire pack. “The truth is, my masseur.” Paul took out a piece of paper, your number written in black ink on it. “… is my imprint.”

…

“Woah, you okay there Y/N? You look a little worn out and you look like you can’t even walk properly.” Lisa the massage parlour receptionist asked you with concern written over her face. “I’m fine Lisa.” You said chuckling. “Just had a special customer.” You looked down at the paper you were holding with hopeful expression as you read Paul’s number for the eighth time already.

…

You were organising the massage towels after another successful massage. You quickly had to get these things organised as your next session would start at any moment now. Just as you finished with the towels, knocks were heard by the door as someone opened it. “Y/N?” A familiar voice called out your named. You smiled making eye contact with the man who fucked your brains out a week ago. “Paul… same procedure as last time?” You said whilst taking off your shirt. Paul closed the door behind him and chuckled. “Of course.”

[samblackblog]

Good girls don't get what they want

⎔ MASTERLIST ⎔ REQUESTS ⎔ TWILIGHT ⎔

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: smut, female pleasuring,

A/N: enjoy. Let me know if you'd like another part to this. That cheeky grin above, that’s what I imagine he’d tease you with

Part 2 →

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You wake alone in a cold bed, the crisp morning air turning your breath into steamy tendrils that cascade across the surface of the pillow. Slowly you force your eyes open as an outstretched arm traces the space next to you seeking a sign of his presence. The sheets are stone cold, any trace of him long gone. 

Despite the cold you move quickly as you drag yourself from the bed, almost instantly your nipples harden as they’re exposed. Goosebumps grace your thighs as you grab the dressing gown that had been flung last night and wrap it tightly around your naked form. 

Although the morning light had breached the curtains and bathed the room in glorious light, the hallway beyond the bedroom was still in pitch blackness. Your eyes snap to the open doorway as the creak of floorboards resonates from the dark. The beat of your heart thrums in your ears and your voice sticks in your throat. Slowly you take a step backward. A familiar shape enters the doorway causing your heart to beat even faster, but not from fear. 

“You scared me” you whisper as he crosses the room and pulls you into his embrace, arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you flush to him. His face finds its way to the crook of your neck, he inhales deeply, savouring the way you smell. His lips plant a trail of kisses to your jawline, before finding yours that are still plump from last night. Gently his hands caress your sides and come to rest on your hips. He pays attention to the soft delicate moans that escape your mouth as he moves one under the hem of the dressing gown and up your thigh. Suddenly both hands find their way beneath the material and settle on your arse as he lifts you effortlessly and carries you back to the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist. He places you down gently and comes to a kneel between your legs, hands having a firm grip on your knees as he sucks in a deep breath. You were a gorgeous sight to behold, still a little sleepy and all dishevelled from the previous night. The dressing gown had ridden up exposing the majority of yourself to him. A pink flush graces your cheeks as your eyes roam his body. Despite the chilly temperatures he’s in shorts only, they hug his hips perfectly, revealing chiselled abs and a deep cutting v line. You notice a slight sheen of sweat glistening over his chest, or was it rain? You know he’d been out for an early morning run along the territory lines. 

All thoughts are abandoned as he glides his hands down your thighs, your nipples once again hardening beneath the gown. Tenderly he places kisses down your thigh as his hands wrap around the back with his palms splayed flat on your hips to stop you squirming away. Shakily you let out a breath in anticipation, not knowing how long you’d last after last night. A whine escapes your lips as you become increasingly frustrated at Paul’s slow pace, you feel him smile against your thigh before his mouth lightly makes contact at the apex, his day-old stubble scratching sensually over your most sensitive area. Slowly he runs his tongue along your slit, humming in delight at how you taste. You let out a small chuckle at his reaction which he cuts short by making you gasp from his tongue coming into contact with your clit. He starts off slowly, tracing circles over and over while picking up the tempo. Your head rolls to the side as your eyes close, the moans escaping you are music to his ears. Just as you think you’re going to climax Paul switches up the direction he works in, repeating this every time you're close. He enjoys teasing you and watching as you unravel. 

“Paul, please” you whisper through moans, preying he might finally be done tormenting you. Your thighs tighten around his head as he continues his mission, going in clockwise circles. The built up pressure becomes too much, your hands shooting down to squeeze his at your hips. As soon as you’ve done that, one of his untangles from yours. You feel his fingers at your entrance and then push inside you slowly. Only one to start but a second soon follows, pumping in and out of you. He starts curling his fingers, which along with his tongue, sends you into one hell of an orgasm. He eyes you greedily from his position between your legs, watching as your face contorts in ecstasy. Reaching up, he skillfully unties the knot of the dressing gown and exposes the body he loves. Planting soft kisses, he works his way up your tummy leaving a trail of your juices behind and stops when reaching your breasts to pay them some attention. You let out a little customary giggle as you come down from your high, your hands weaving into his hair as he takes a nipple between his teeth. 

“Ow!” you suck in a sharp breath, you enjoy a little roughness but it always takes you by surprise. A wicked grin spreads over his irresistible lips as he looms above you, you bring him closer for a kiss as your hands travel down his chest, feeling his perfectly sculpted muscles. A groan escapes Paul as he grabs your wrists to stop your hands going further down. You whine in disapproval. You can feel his rock hard erection against your leg and you want it. The thought of pleasing him turns you on again and builds tension in your core. 

“God you’ll be the death of me,” he says through gritted teeth. You know he’s fighting the urge to fuck you so you flutter your eye lashes. 

“Don’t you want to feel how warm and wet I am for -” his hand clamps down on your mouth as he involuntarily lets out a shuddery breath. His weight shifts over you, as he comes even closer, pushing you further into the mattress. One hand still restrains yours as the other keeps you quiet - one more dirty comment from you would dissolve his restraint. His mouth hungrily starts attacking your neck, sucking on the same spot until a red bruise marks the skin. He admires the mark for a few seconds before leaning into your ear.

“We have a brunch date, remember?” he whispers seductively. Your eyes roll back in annoyance at the brunch date, wanting to stay here and finish what he started. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want later.”

Good god this man knows exactly how to pull your strings, but fortunately for you, it works both ways. After the events of this morning, you have no intention of being a good girl. After all, good girls don't get what they want.

[smuttyworks]

Before the world ended - Brandon Carver x reader

Reposting from my Ao3! gunna be adding my other ones here as well <3 this is my first Carver fic I did and I still absolutely love it, but im thinking of making a NSFW version with the same story just add some much needed SHMUTTTTTTT.

What do you think?

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Your eyes widened in shock seeing the man that they dragged in past the main gate. The breath almost completely escaped your lungs, but your caught yourself before Carver could notice as he walked up to you, his masking hanging from his hips off his belt. 

“Are you okay?” you questioned, noticing the limp in his step. 

His eyes traveled the features of your face, clearly noticing something was off. “Fucker nicked me.” Carver said, looping his finger in the sliced material of his black combat pants, and showing me the blood beneath. 

“Let me clean you up.” You gave him a light smile, looping your small arm into his and leading him into the building. Your mind wandered as you thought of the man, the man you spent years with before the world ended, the person you loved more than anything at one point in time. The man you lost in this hopeless world, not ever thinking you’d see him again. He was dead, you thought.

Carver opened the door of the infirmary and you led him to the chair that was in front of the window. “Sit down.” You hushed, hoping the cut wasn’t deep.

You switched the light on and motioned him to pull his pants down, and with an eye roll he slid his dark, dirty, combat pants down his legs. “It’s not that bad.” He sighed, leaning back against the chair, with his head against the windowsill, he looked exhausted.

You grabbed the first aid kit and kneeled on your knees in front of him as you started to clean his wound. You were with Carver, he was the best thing that happened to you in the new world, he saved you from death, and you two fell in love all too easily. Carver was your protector, he always put you first, you knew it would be you and him until the end…

Despite your past coming in and reminding you of how life use to be, you knew it would only ever be Carver, no matter what your past life use to be, and with who.

“Babe?” you asked softly. 

His eyes fluttered open and looked down at you, with a much softer stare than earlier. He brought his hand up and lightly grazed your cheek. “Hi baby.” He smiled lightly.

“I-I need to tell you something,” you swallowed. His eyes glanced from yours to you lips, and then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before giving me his full attention. “That man, the one you guys found and brought in…” Carver’s eyes narrowed slightly, causing the nerves to rise. “I knew him, before all of this… he’s m ex f-fiancé.” you sighed, not having to think of that time in yout life for what seemed like forever.

“What?” his eyebrows tightened together, showing his confusion, and frustration. “Explain”

You took a deep breath, finally ready to tell Carver about your past. “The day the world was really struck with all this, the very beginning when things got really bad, him and I were trying to get out of the city… I got pulled away by a violet group of rioters, and I never saw him again, I knew that he either wasn’t searching for me, or didn’t search for long, so after a few months I gave up, I found a group, lost them…” you tried to catch your breath as the anxiety bagan to rise. “And then you found me…” You gave him a small smile, the anxiety disappearing as his soft eyes looked down into yours.

“I wouldn’t ever be able to stop looking if I lost you.” He whispered, bringing his rough hand up once again and pressing his palm to your cheek. Your eyes closed in bliss as you took in his soft touch, loving the fact that yourself only got to see this side of Carver.

“I know.” You grinned, slipping off the floor and straddling his lap. “You saved me Brandon, you’re the only one I will ever need.” You breathed, knowing everything youd ever need in this life was right in front of you. And judging by the loving look in his eyes, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

[rottenstyx]

I always see paul with very calm readers and I was thinking about paul x reader with anger issues.

like, they both have to learn how to deal with it and they both know how the other is feeling but it's still very chaotic or something?

if it wasn't clear; I have anger issues so I can never really relate to the fics

[paullahotes]

Incalescent- Chapter Seven

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Fem!OC

Summary: Em just wants to be loved and have a family for once in her life. But nothing has ever gone right in her life before so why should it now?

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: violence, blood, confrontation, angst, vampires with red eyes and terrible fathers

A/N: Listen, I don’t think I’m a good writer so this could be terrible! Let me know what you guys think of it!

There was no arguing when I woke up in Emily and Sam’s living room that I would be staying with them until it was decided that I was safe enough to go home. My nose was healed and I was in fresh clothes. My book bag was on the floor beside the couch which indicated someone went back to the Cullen’s to get it from Edward's car for me. Emily was the only one in the house but I could hear a couple of wolves outside in the woods, keeping watch. The look on Emily’s dared me to argue with her about it. Her lips pressed into a line and creases lined her forehead as she put her foot down and insisted that she had already made up the guest room.

“Paul and I are done letting you have a choice. We will not let you get hurt anymore and I know you think the wolves cannot protect you but they can. I don’t give a damn about your father at this point, hell even I could kill him with my bare hands right now…” Emily ranted on for a half hour before Sam came home and made her go easy on me. I waited, practically holding my breath for Paul to show up for dinner but he never did. Emily, Sam, and I sat quietly at the table eating the delicious food Emily had made.

Sam laid out the detailed plans for monitoring Bella’s house. They were already doing shifts around the reservation to keep their people safe and the added shifts at Bella’s stretched them thinner than ever before. Emily looked worried as she stared up at Sam while he helped her with the dishes. He looked so exhausted that he could pass out at any minute. His light snoring sounded from their shared room not too long later only for him to leave after only two hours of sleep. 

That night I lay in bed with the blankets off to the side unable to sleep. Between the nap earlier and everything going on with my dad, Paul, and the Cullen’s, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. Plus, I could hear Emily’s labored breathing from her room and the angry tossing and turning she had been doing ever since Sam left for his shift at Bella’s. He wouldn’t be back for a whole day because after Bella’s he would be leading a shift around the reservation. 

Even though I knew I should still keep my distance from Paul I couldn’t help but take my phone out and text him. I tried to sound casual but I needed to know how he was doing and if anything was happening that I should be made aware of. My brain told me that I didn’t need to see him but my heart was begging for me to ask him to come to see me when he had time. So sent that in a text to him as well. I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until I saw his face even if he was upset with how I had been lately. Deep down I knew he understood, he always understood whether he liked it or not. 

My phone lit up after a few moments causing my heart to skip a beat as I thought about being able to see Paul or at least talk with him for a few minutes. His message was brief, telling me he was fine and there was no news to report. Short and to the point. There was no emotion and that I knew was warranted. A follow-up message came a few minutes later that said ‘if you want to see me I am patrolling the beach for the next hour’. I needed no encouragement as I scrambled to get clothes on and rush out the door.

It was a surprisingly clear night. Millions of stars shined above my head and the half moon was perched in the middle of the sky. My run to the beach was short but I was able to hear the quiet rustle of the trees around me and the little critters that scurried around inside and around them. I didn’t have to have enhanced vampire vision to see Paul in his wolf form walking along the beach. He was so big as a wolf that I would bet astronauts could see him walking along the beach, illuminated in the moonlight, all the way in space. 

His head turned toward me as I stopped running to slow down as I reached the sandy part of the beach. The waves were crashing on the shore and against the cliffs in a calming way. If it were safe I would be able to fall asleep right here on the beach with Paul, enjoying the calming effects. 

Paul didn’t bother running into the woods to phase back into himself or change, instead, he just did it right in front of me as I got closer to him. Heat rose to my cheeks as I tried to look away in time. Realizing how badly I wanted to look made my cheeks burn worse and I practically rolled my eyes at how silly I felt.

“You look exhausted, Em,” was the first thing out of Paul’s mouth as he walked over to me and cupped my face to make me look at him. I could say the same thing as his eyes were practically ringed like a raccoon. 

“Oh you know, just my life being extremely taxing,” my tone joking and hopefully nonchalant. The conversation ended there as Paul scooped me up, a habit that he had picked up lately, one that I wanted to complain about but I knew that I really liked it. He walked us over to the same log we sat against during our first time on this beach together. The memory of our first kiss played in my head, making my heart start to race. If we weren’t so out in the open I could be convinced to recreate it but the fear that my father would see it haunted me.

Paul’s warm body wrapped itself around me as I sat between his legs with his arms caging my head against his bare chest. We sat like this for a while, our breathing eventually matching. 

“Are you doing anything Friday night that would prevent you from coming to a bonfire?” Paul asked out of nowhere. I tilted my head so I could look up at his face. He turned to look down at me, the moonlight outlining his perfect jawline and nose curve. My lips parted as I tried to give him an answer but when he looked perfect like he did right now I found thinking of anything else hard. A small smirk made its way onto his lips, making my eyes glue themselves to them.

“I, uh, think I am free. However, I have a project to work on with Bella. But we should be done sometime during the week,” the thought of having to even see Bella again made me upset. No doubt Edward would want to be there and with everything up in the air about my father's involvement with Victoria things were bound to be awkward. 

“Bella will be coming as well, the Cullen’s need a day to go and hunt. There will be no conflict for you and I would really like it if you came. They will be telling the tribes legends and there is a lot you need to hear,” the last part of his words came out stern. The look he gave me begged me not to make an excuse not to go. What harm could come from a bonfire anyway?

“Do I get to watch you eat twenty-three hot dogs?” I teased, scrunching my nose up in fake disgust. His chest rumbled with laughter against my cheek.

“If you’re lucky I’ll save you a couple,” the laughter made our faces get incredibly close, lips almost touching, our noses brushing. Paul’s eyes got soft as he looked down at me waiting for me to make a move.

“How about you walk me back to Emily’s and you can come into my room for a little bit? No one will be able to see us in there,” I murmured getting closer, practically begging him to kiss me. The electricity between us right now made it almost impossible for me to think about what my father or his friend might be seeing. If I wasn’t careful I would be full-on making out with Paul in the middle of this beach within seconds. My restraint was wearing thin as Paul let out a groan, his eyes closing.

“You’ll let me kiss you if I come in?” he whispered his lips fully against mine now. I nodded, reluctantly pulling my face away from him. In seconds he had me on my feet, yanking me alongside him back to Emily’s house. Behind the closed door of the guest room that I was currently inhabiting, Paul and I fell into a comfortable place that I hoped remained private. 

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Emily had heard me bring Paul in that night. She didn’t leave out any details the next morning at breakfast with Leah and Sam either. I had to sit across from her as she detailed every giggle, every whispered conversation, and her admiration of the fact that “Paul left to go back to patrol before any real funny business happened.” 

“Huh, I only ever left after the funny business,” Same joked, kissing Emily chastely on the cheek. Leah pretended to be sick from her end of the table, while I rolled my eyes and pushed my eggs around my plate. They were all so sure they could protect me from my father that they had no problem openly talking about Paul and me over breakfast. 

Paul was probably getting sick of how hot and cold I was being with him. He had texted me the next day about the time we had spent together and I had ignored him. There had been a knot in my stomach ever since waking up that morning, a bad feeling I couldn’t shake. Ignoring Paul made the knot worse but in a different way. The guilt of continuously hurting him was eating at me. 

The last few days had gone by slowly, each day of school dragging on longer than the last. Teachers had stopped calling on me. While my answers weren’t rude they weren’t the sort of things they had been looking for. Every day after school I had gone to Bella’s house to work on our project. Edward had decided it was best for him to stay out of the house while I was there but still be within hearing distance. 

Last night a storm had blown through unexpectedly and Edward practically broke Bella’s door down thinking I had done it. He walked in to me sipping some hot chocolate Bella had made for us, a peace offering for Edward being so overbearing. Charlie, Bella’s father had grown to love me quickly, sat in the living room mumbling about how Edward couldn’t leave Bella alone with anyone. An irritated look crossed Edward's face as we both picked up what Charlie was saying. I could tell that the two of them still didn’t like me or at the very least did not trust me but Bella was trying her best. 

“Everyone seems to be fine having me around except for Bella and your family,” I muttered lowly, too low for Bella to hear but high enough for Edward to hear and clench his jaw. 

“They clearly have no instinct for survival,” he hissed back through clenched teeth. Bella was writing something down, none the wiser to our little spat happening. Charlie came into the kitchen to put away his dishes. They sat in the sink untouched as he turned and assessed the room. Edward and I were glaring at each other while Bella continued working, not minding anything.

“Do I sense a little tension?” Charlie asked, looking at me with hope in his eyes. Maybe he was hoping that my distaste for Edward would drive a wedge between him and Bella. Charlie had no idea that Bella disliked me as well, he was completely in the dark about everything. It made me sad to think about it. Since getting to know him, I knew he was a great guy just trying his best at being a dad. Something I had never seen from my father. 

“Oh no, my dazzling personality has been hard for Edward to digest,” I joked, making Charlie smirk and Edward's frown deepen. “He’s just jealous that I swooped into town and now everyone seems to be mesmerized by me and not him.”

“You know what,” Charlie began, wiping a tear from his eyes and letting his laughter die down. “You can come around here any time, I like you!”

“I like you too, Charlie!” I beamed back at him. He shook his head at Edward as he left the room, still chuckling to himself.

Edward’s mood never ceased. Bella and I tried to finish the project quickly but our teacher seemed to have it out for her and Edward and had given us the most complicated project. Even with an outline assigned and sections getting done methodically it took hours. There would unfortunately be another night of work to be done.

Tonight was clear, not a single cloud in the sky. The sun was shining brighter than I had ever seen it since moving to Forks. My mood was much the same. My mind was filled with thoughts of seeing Paul at the bonfire tonight. We had kept our distance since the night we spent in the guest room of Emily’s, seeing each other in passing during meals. A part of me wished we hadn’t been keeping our distance. I knew he would love to hear about the little exchange I had had with Edward, I could practically see the smirk popping up on Paul’s face. The same small smile would play at the corner of his mouth if we made eye contact but quickly turn into a look of nervousness. 

We had finally finished our project when Edward showed up, choosing to stay inside the safety of his car with windows tinted so no one could see him sparkling. As we packed into the car and started to drive to the treaty line where Jacob was going to pick us up clouds began to filter in. Nothing suggesting a storm but enough to make my happy mood falter. 

There had not been a whisper from my father since the night in the woods. I knew better than to think he didn’t know the wolves had come to help me. He probably even knew about me and Paul at the beach. There had been no sign of him for the wolves either. The silence from him was louder than if he had contacted me. It had been eating at me, in the back of my mind, since that night. Each day spent with the pack or with Bella seemed to bring the fear of him to the forefront of my mind. The good mood I had been in earlier with the sun out was completely gone. 

“Maybe they’ll cancel the bonfire if it starts to storm, it’s not looking good out there,” Edward murmured to Bella. She hummed in response, staring back at Edward with complete adoration in her eyes. 

Did part of me hope the bonfire was canceled? If I did have the powers the Cullen’s seemed to think I had maybe I could force my hand and make the bonfire canceled. The thought brought a pang of sadness to my stomach as I remembered how excited Paul was for me to hear the tribe's history finally. I had already hurt Paul enough over the short time that I had known him and even if I did have the ludicrous powers I would never sabotage tonight.

The exchange at the treaty line was awkward at best. Both Edward and Jacob overdid it with their displays of affection which led me to walk away instead of taking a ride into the reservation with Jacob. He probably wanted to be alone with Bella anyway. Within a few minutes, I found myself at the beach sitting with Leah and her girlfriend. Iris. Paul and the rest of the pack were down the beach kicking around a soccer ball, laughing heartily. With one final kick from Paul, a goal was scored making him shout with happiness and beat at his chest with one hand, gloating. 

“Actually, I am named after a goddess,” Iris announced, breaking me out of my thoughts. Whatever she and Leah had been discussing was lost on me. Leah smiled and beamed up at Iris. The sun was peaking out again, making Iris's dark brown skin shine with golden flecks under its rays. If I couldn’t hear the blood pumping through her veins, I might mistake her for a vampire with how sparkly she was. They made a gorgeous couple. 

“Makes sense, since you are of ethereal beauty,” Leah murmured against Iris’s lips. They giggled into the kiss, becoming so intimate that I turned my entire body away. They were sitting against the log that Paul and I frequented when we came to the beach. My cheeks flushed when I looked over to where Paul had been, realizing he was making his way over to me. His eyes were fixed on my face, a small smirk on his lips. 

“I think that log has magical powers that make people want to kiss,” he commented loudly as if he had read my mind. Leah and Iris laughed from behind me as I had to avert my eyes from Paul. I pretended to admire the sunset as he plopped himself next to me. 

“Do you agree, Em?” Leah asked in a taunting tone. Paul nudged me with his arm and wagged his eyebrows when I looked back at him.

“Mmm, I don’t think so. I’ve never kissed anyone worthwhile on the log,” I joked shrugging my shoulders and making myself look sad. Paul scoffed at my answer and dramatically pouted his bottom lip while Leah let out a bark of a laugh. I couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from my mouth, it bubbled up even through my hand that I slapped over my lips to try and stifle it. 

“You’ll be sorry later when you’re practically begging me to kiss you and I won’t,” Paul whispered in my ear, having gotten closer to me when I was distracted with trying to stop laughing. I stared up at him, trying to come back with a remark that would wipe the smug look off his face but the sun was hitting him just right. A battle raged in my brain as I tried to decide whether I liked him better in the sun or the moonlight. Both had their advantages. 

While Paul and I stared at each other, Sam called Leah and Iris over to play soccer with them since Paul had ditched. There were quiet words exchanged about Paul and I being distracted but neither of us acknowledged them. Eventually, I looked away and leaned into Paul, and watched the sunset. Beautiful golden rays blazed across the water in front of us. The waves usually crashed harder on the beach but their current momentum was slow and calming. 

“You gonna fall asleep on me, Princess?” Paul asked quietly, bringing a hand up to my chin to tilt my head back to him. I shrugged slowly, my eyes feeling heavy. The truth was, I had been about to fall asleep but the appearance of my favorite nickname woke me up. 

“Mmm, your heart sped up. Do you like being called Princess, Princess?” he asked, leaning down so his lips were almost touching mine. His breath fanned over my face making my lips twitch, wanting to lean forward and breach the small space left between us. 

“Maybe,” I whispered to him, almost losing the last shred of resolve I had in me. His eyes hardened as he looked at me, waiting for me to make the move. When I didn’t move he licked his lips. We were still so close that his tongue brushed against my bottom lip, the lip that was currently trembling with exertion as it took everything in me to not lean forward. 

“You’re so fucking frustrating sometimes,” his voice was different than it had been before. What was once a whisper had turned into something deeper, huskier. He sounded like he had just woken up and ran a marathon at the same time. His chest was heaving against my back, the bare skin giving off waves of heat that I could feel through my hoodie and shirt. 

“You’re the one teasing me out in the open where anyone could see,” his mood immediately changed with my words but he didn’t move away. Instead, he cupped my face and smashed his lips against mine. The fire that had lit up his eyes was now not a thought in my mind. His arms maneuvered me to where we were now chest to chest with him leaning over me as I braced my back against the log. 

“I don’t give a damn who sees. If anyone wants to try and stop it, I dare them,” his brief speech was over quickly and he was back to kissing me. This time his lips were softer against mine, more loving. Both of his hands were gently cupping my face, thumbs caressing my cheeks. My entire body felt hot, my chest now heaving almost worse than Paul's had been before the kiss. Everything felt too good to be real.

“So Princess, do you like name or what,” Paul chuckled from behind me. I blinked rapidly trying to figure out how he got back into the position we had been in before kissing. My cheeks burned as I realized I had fantasized about the whole thing. Paul’s chest rumbled behind me. “I’m going to take your red face and fast heartbeat as a yes, Princess.”

“Yeah, I like it,” I mumbled back, letting him believe that that was why my face was red and my heart was practically bursting from my chest. The sun had almost completely set during my little daydream and everyone was packing up from the beach, heading to wherever the bonfire was going to take place. 

“We should get going, I don’t want to miss the food,” my feet never even had the chance to hit the ground as Paul swung me up into his arms and began carrying me through the woods toward wherever the bonfire was happening. 

This was something I had never had the privilege of experiencing. Everyone was gathered around a huge fire, laughing, and sharing hoards of food. Paul ended up only eating half the amount of hot dogs he had boasted about, a nervous look on his face. At first, he had said his stomach didn’t feel right but between me and the entire pack yelling at him to eat, me in a softer voice than everyone, he ate a few hot dogs and some sides. 

“Why do you look so worried?” I asked thickly, through a bite of my second hot dog. He shrugged and told me not to worry. Leah was just now making her way back from dropping her girlfriend off, clearly, she was not in the know of the supernatural yet. Bella and Jacob had arrived just before her, getting heckled by Seth who followed him around like a lost puppy. 

Despite the fire raging in front of me, a chill ran through my body. Paul noticed and went from sitting in front of me to sitting under me with his arms wrapped around my torso. Something hung in the air between us that made my nerves light up. Paul never seemed to worry about everything. He was always the most secure person in the room. Everything he said or did was with finality and sureness. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again, quietly. We stared into each other's eyes for a minute before he kissed the tip of my nose and smiled at me.

“More than okay, Princess,” he assured me. A silence ran through the group and I noticed a man in a wheelchair making his way toward the head of the circle, next to Sam. Emily sat with them a pad of paper and pen in hand like she was ready to take notes on what we were about to hear. Paul sat up stiffer and his arms tightened around my waist. 

“There has always been magic in blood,” the man in the wheelchair began. He went into great detail about the first Spirit Warrior, Taha Aki, in their tribe. It was fascinating to hear their history with so much attention to detail. To my knowledge, there was no history for vampires like there was for wolves. 

You could tell in the way this man spoke that although he himself was not able to transform into a wolf, he held great pride for his tribe and the wolves among it. He talked in a deep voice that captivated me as he described how his people went from Spirit Warriors to shapeshifters and how this magic helped them keep their tribe safe from the Cold Ones. This was the most history I had heard about vampires and even that was scarce.

The story of the Cold Ones made me feel sick. Their people were innocent when the vampire couple came to their land and killed their women and Taha Aki’s only son. This made me understand the need for a treaty in place with the Cullen’s and the distaste some of the pack held for me when I first arrived. Hearing that they were fully capable of killing vampires in their wolf forms made me feel better as well. 

“Told you,” Paul whispered, mockingly in my ear as we listened to the description of the wolves tearing apart the vampires with their sharp teeth. Taha Aki’s third and true wife helped as well, sacrificing herself to distract the female vampire when she came for revenge of her mate. The use of the term ‘true wife’ made me wonder what made her, his third wife, finally be the one to be true.

“What does it mean when they say the third wife is the true wife?” A girl spoke up across the fire, taking the question directly from my brain. She was sitting next to Jared, who looked down at her with so much love pouring out of his look that I felt embarrassed looking at them. 

“The magic in our blood not only turns us into fierce wolf warriors but sometimes also shows us who our true partners are. We call it imprinting or finding our soulmates,” the man explained. I sucked in a breath as he described what it was. Paul took one hand from around my waist and began to rub lightly on my back. The man began to speak again, “I have never experienced this magic myself but I have heard it described. Once the magic in the blood is activated and you see her for the first time it is as if gravity does not exist anymore and your soulmate is the one holding you to this earth.”

“The connection is immediate, impossible to withstand. The second you lay eyes on your soulmate it is a relief and painful when you are not around them. Emily has told me it feels the same for her, though not as intense as it has been for me,” Sam explained further. Emily went to squeeze his hand as they smiled, lovingly at each other. The girl who asked the question looked back at Jared and they too shared the same look that Emily and Sam did. 

Was this the reason Paul was nervous? I could feel his eyes on me, practically burning a hole into the back of my head so I turned and looked at him. He was staring at me, eyes apologetic. I didn’t know where to begin so I settled for chewing on my bottom lip as we looked at each other. The hand that was rubbing my back came to cup my chin, thumb pulling my lip from between my teeth.

“Do you understand now?” Paul asked me in a hushed tone. This was not something I wanted to discuss with an audience that had hearing just as good, if not better, than my own enhanced hearing. I nodded at him, tears beginning to prick the surface of my eyes. Was it odd for me to cry right now? The back of Paul’s pointer finger was gently wiping the tears from my eyes before I could think too much of it. 

As the information sank in, I laid my head in the crook of Paul’s neck. He stayed silent, breathing even, as he stroked my hair to try and comfort me. The stories were over and everyone went back to chatting or laughing hysterically, goofing around the fire. A few people left, including Jacob and Bella, a reason was said but I wasn’t paying attention.

My mind was conjuring up images of the future and what it could look like. I was an unaging, vampire. The reality was I was going to live forever but how long did Paul have? This was something that had been in the back of my mind since meeting him and the rest of my friends. One day they would all be gone and if Paul was really my soulmate, like the magic in his blood said, then I would never find happiness after him.

“How about we get out of here?” Paul suggested, giving a small kiss to the top of my head. “My dad is out of town for the weekend with some friends if you wanted to crash at my place. We have the stuff to discuss, I think it would be best in private.”

“Yeah, that sounds good to me,” I replied to him, not daring to look up at him. The thought of him dying and me living on was gutting me as we spoke. The thought gnawed at my insides and we walked hand-in-hand to his house. The night air was fresh as I continuously inhaled deeply trying to ground myself. The hand that Paul held began to clam up, to the point where I knew that he knew I wasn’t doing well.

“Em,” his voice startled me. He sounded worried from beside me and that’s when I realized the wind had picked up around us. The once starry night was now pitch black and foreboding. Thunder crashed in the distance, the sky illuminating periodically with lightning.

I couldn’t feel Paul’s hand in mine anymore. The dark sky seemed to bleed into every place I tried to look. Panic coursed through me as I tried to look around for Paul. Where was he? He had just been standing next to me, trees surrounding us. Now I stood in pitch black. The only reprieve from the dark was bolts of lightning shooting across the sky, getting closer to me.

 “EM!” Paul shouted directly into my face. He sounded so scared and the thought that I was scaring him made me blink, trying to get my vision back. After a second I felt his hands gripping my shoulders, shaking me. Blink. Blink. Blink. His face was suddenly there in front of mine. 

“Paul,” my voice barely came out, as I tried and begged my mind to cooperate with me.

“Em, I need you to calm down. Whatever it is, I will help you. I will fix it,” he pleaded with me. His eyes darted to the side, lighting striking only a couple of feet away from us. “Please, Em, I think you’re making the storm happen. It’s getting closer to us. Please, try and take a breath.”

“The lightning?” that didn’t make sense to me. Nothing was making sense. Goosebumps were erupting all over my body. A cold sweat beading on my forehead and the back of my neck. Paul was going to die. My friends were all going to die. Whether it be at the hands of my father or the hands of old age. My mind couldn’t focus on anything else. 

“Princess, please,” Paul pleaded again but it was useless. My vision went black as I felt my body start to give way and slump to the ground. 

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“You agree with us then?” Edward hissed from somewhere near me. I could barely hear them, my eyes refusing to open. My body felt drained but I was warm despite having been caught in a storm with Paul.

“I never wanted to press it with her because I don’t know how vampire abilities work or how she’s only half of one…” Paul began, sounding lost. His voice was laced with worry, each word coming out more hoarse than the last. 

“She’s not a threat, Edward,” Carlisle was here too. I couldn’t say where that was but I never imagined Paul interacting with them. Something bad must have happened to get them talking. My heart started pounding in my chest as my father popped into my mind. It was easy to assume that he could be the reason I was so worn down I couldn’t even open my eyes and the reason Paul was interacting with vampires when he hates them.

“Her werewolf boyfriend just told us he thinks she can control the weather, including lightning and you’re telling me she’s NOT a threat?” Edward sounded almost hysterical as he spoke. He was pacing around the room, the light thud of his footsteps sounding loudly in my ears. 

“I don’t think she knows she has the powers. From what Paul has told us about her dad and that situation it confirms when she told us, that she knows the bare minimum about this life,” Carlisle’s voice was quiet, reassuring, and clipped at the end, making it clear to Edward how he felt about this. 

“We’re supposed to trust a wolf?” Edward scoffed, his tone made me want to smack him across the room but my body still was not cooperating with my brain.

Carlisle sighed, “you can read his thoughts, so you know what he’s saying is the truth. You also know about how serious an imprint bond is which means she would have told him everything she knows, whether she intended to or not.”

“Of course,” Edward sighed, defeated. His footsteps grew fainter with each this of his feet on the ground. Carlisle began to speak again, something about having a full vampire power but being only half a vampire taking more energy out of me, but I didn’t hear the specifics as I drifted off to sleep, again.

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Random question and sorry if it’s already been asked- do you picture movie actor Alex meraz as Paul, or someone else?

Love Taking Time!!

Love this ask.

So, I have kind of a hodge-podge of inspiration for Paul and sometimes Maya. There's no one specific person I draw inspiration from but here's kind of what I imagine them to look like generally (click for higher resolution):

Most of Maya's aesthetic/look inspiration comes from Liza Soberano.

Paul's look is a blend of young Alex Meraz, young Rick Mora, and Steven Strait:

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alexander skarsgård, homosexual, male + he/him/his → isn’t that xahrnihr? i’ve seen them hanging out with the incubi. i hear they’re 567, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 0 years (just arrived). they seem to be playful & loyal, but also sly & sarcastic.

brandon grace, homosexual, male + he/him → isn’t that tao long? i’ve seen them hanging out with the dragonkin. i hear they’re 87, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 4 years. they seem to be charming & reliable, but also calculating & ruthless. it’s cool that they’re capable of aerokinesis!

tanner novlan, pansexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that mahihkan "khan" arnault? i’ve seen them hanging out with the banshees. i hear they’re 357, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 50 years. they seem to be humanitarian & compassionate, but also obsessive & overconfident.

alex aiono, pansexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that kau’i akana? i’ve seen them hanging out with the cupids. i hear they’re 526, but they’ve only been in alexandria for ??? of years. they seem to be observant & patient, but also vain & indecisive.

roman reigns, homosexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that makani tanileu? i’ve seen them hanging out with the dragonkin. i hear they’re 51, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 20 years. they seem to be adaptable & independent, but also stubborn & restless. it’s cool that they’re capable of electrokinesis!

alex meraz, homosexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that terazi ziranda? i’ve seen them hanging out with the familiars. i hear they’re 34, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 6 months. they seem to be responsible & loyal, but also distrusting & conceited.

david tennant, bisexual, genderfluid + he/they → isn’t that sebastian kane? i’ve seen them hanging out with the heretics. i hear they're ???, but they’ve only been in alexandria for its entirety, off and on. they seem to be flamboyant & resourceful, but also finicky & loquacious. it’s cool that they’re capable of shadow manipulation & illusion casting!

dacre montgomery, pansexual, male + him/he → isn’t that dane marks i’ve seen them hanging out with the incubi. i hear they’re 300, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 30 years. they seem to be uninhibited & independent but also greedy & vindictive.

& 3 LOCATIONS have been added!

BODY SHOP: for those that owns any automobiles, the body shop is the premier place to go to get your car fixed up and worked on. whether it’s just to get your tires rotated, your oil changed or to fix your alternator, the body shop can help with any of your needs. even if your choice of vehicle is a motorcycle, they’ve got a mechanic able to help you out.

DISCOUNT AUTO: though most folks in alexandria don’t need a car, especially considering the abilities of some of the inhabitants, sometimes people just need a car to travel around town in – or out to one of the bigger cities –and that’s where siscount auto comes in. the owner takes pride in being able to smooth-talk his way into purchasing used cards from across louisiana, and even neighboring states, to get cars for the residents of alexandria to purchase. and if you play your cards right, the owner may even be able to give you an even bigger discount than you’d imagine possible.

LA VANITÉ DE VÉNUS: essentially the shopping boutique of alexandria: perhaps the prettiest shop in alexandria and high class in both appearance and merchandise. the store itself is reminiscent of a greek grotto, with marbled pillars, statues, and even built in waterfalls and fountains. their clothes vary from casual and sophisticated to very upscale and upper echelon. if you don't have money don't bother to come window shopping either. their most famous source of revenue is their latex outfits, lingerie, and assumed bdsm attires that are shipped both in and out of state. whether it's a fine leather coat, a silk sundress, or a fine corset with ball-busting heels, all of it is catered at la vanité de vénus.

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━◈ WANTED CONNECTIONS ... three new ones have been added to the page!

there are tales of how li haoyu is searching for their two younger siblings, which is familial in nature. the records show that they are about 22-28 years old and their photographs look like dylan wang, lu yuxiao, zhao lusi, ju jingyi, fan chengcheng, yan an, song yuqi, xiao dejun, wang ziyi, sun yihan, bi wenjun, shen yue, wang yijin, chen zhuoxuan, wang zhuocheng, chen zheyuan, wu lei, lin yanjun, liu lingzi, any chinese fc in the appropriate age range. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: a lot of haoyu’s siblings’ personalities are utp and we can discuss the details! but their shared backstory is that the li family is local to cynefin and are very rooted to the land. they’re literally just a normal family working normal jobs, with haoyu for example being a blacksmith. they do okay, but i definitely don’t imagine them to be Rich & the eldest two siblings at least probably did not get tertiary education. affinity for khemia across their bloodline is also very poor, but i’m down to discuss one of the siblings potentially being khemia-touched for the #drama because haoyu is very bitter they aren’t. tldr; details utp!

there are tales of how li haoyu is searching for their employer, which is platonic/professional in nature. the records show that they are about 40+ years old and their photographs look like omar sy, qin lan, michael greyeyes, zahn mcclarnon, aishwarya rai, gabrielle union, lukman sardi, jericho rosales, lucy liu, simone kessell, vera farmiga, alexander skarsgard, sandra oh, maggie q, gong yoo, lupita nyong’o, tessa thompson, alex meraz, pedro pascal, ke huy quan, fan bingbing, joe taslim, fc ultimately utp. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: haoyu apprenticed at the local blacksmith’s forged upon graduating secondary school and has remained working there ever since. haoyu has (or at least had) a pretty good relationship with them, especially since he’s quite disciplined and passionate about his work. i imagine that because haoyu doesn’t have an affinity for khemia, however, it’s hard for him to progress in his career. would love if this muse is trained in transmutation & that is causing a bit of a rift between the two of them—because without khemia, haoyu can’t get to their level. this muse’s personality & how they ended up becoming a blacksmith really are all utp, and i’m more than happy to brainstorm further details.

there are tales of how li haoyu is searching for their narrative foil/rival, which is antagonistic in nature. the records show that they are about 27-33 years old and their photographs look like go younjung, do kyungsoo, pat chayanit, woo dohwan, melisa asli pamuk, apo nattawin, taz skylar, avan jogia, fady elsayed, sakaguchi kentaro, medalion rahimi, daniel ezra, alisha boe, damson idris, jackson wang, tiana okoye, ryan destiny, kylie verzosa, dilraba dilmurat, clark backo, gong jun, kang haneul, adonis bosso, pinar deniz, ashika pratt, bie thassapak hsu, fc ultimately utp. help us find them, but make sure that you speak to karin at @kencanas on tumblr beforehand. this is their story so far: the main thing i’m looking for with this muse is that they have a strong affinity for khemia, particularly in transmutation, which would be something haoyu both hates and envies. i imagine their narratives would parallel and foil each other’s at the same time, but how that is exactly is up for discussion. all i ask is that at present, their relationship is largely antagonistic and Not Great. whether they have history or not can also be discussed! some ideas include but are not limited to an ex student of verum who was an outsider, haoyu’s work rival, a young business owner who takes advantage of their transmutation magic, someone who supplies weapons to the warfront, and many more. basically this dynamic is toxic, biting, and crazy.

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soulmates ~ paul lahote;twilight

word count: 1827

request?: yes!

“i screamed in joy when i saw that you write for twilight as well! can i request a Paul Lahote imagine with a witch!reader? the pack are patrolling & comes across the reader who was using her magic, then Paul imprints on her while on his wolf form & he just starts rubbing his head on her? it’ll be great if the reader has a feeling that Paul is her soulmate/imprint. they meet for 2nd time after that but this time Paul is human. just a bunch of fluff!”

description: in which she meets her soulmate in his animal form and tries to find him to know who he really is

pairing: paul lahote x witch!reader

warnings: swearing

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There wasn’t much to know about her soulmate after their first meeting. He had approached her with his pack while she was trying to cast a protective spell on Forks. The pack were angry when they first saw her, baring their teeth and ready to attack. She was preparing a get away when one of the wolves stepped forward. His eyes were wide, as if he were in a trance. He had approached her, slowly and cautiously, before rubbing against her.

She wasn’t sure how she figured out that he was her soulmate. She just knew. There was a feeling she had the moment he began to rub his giant head against her, like all she wanted to do was to protect him and keep him safe. There was an unspoken agreement throughout the pack that they would not hurt (Y/N), and left instead, running as fast as possible in the other direction. Her wolf stopped long enough to look at her, longingly, over his shoulder, before he followed the pack.

Under any normal circumstances, (Y/N) would’ve thought she’d never meet her soulmate face to face, unless it was a chance encounter. But, lucky for her, both of them were anything but normal.

(Y/N) found a hair from the wolf left on her clothes, which was all she needed to cast a tracking spell. She waited until night fall as to not draw any attention to herself, and night made her spells more dramatic sometimes. She sat on the floor of her small house and closed her eyes. She focused solely on her memory of the wolf; his dark silver fur, his light brown eyes, his towering form as he approached her.

In her hand, (Y/N) held the hair that the wolf had left on her. She whispered the spell, her voice soft but focused. She began to see a vision of a house, a small house. She could see young men approaching the house, and a woman with a horribly scarred face; she was young but she was like a mother to them. She could see that the house was surrounded by forest, and there was no clear number or address of where it was.

“Come on,” she whispered to herself before continuing her spell.

Before she knew it, she was seeing the exact path from the small house to her own. She frantically grabbed for the pen and paper she had left for herself and quickly drew the route as it played over for her once more. Once she had it drawn, her eyes snapped open and she gasped. As she tried to regain her breath, she looked down to see a perfect map from her house to the place where her soulmate was. She looked at it for a long time before smiling.

In the morning, she would embark on her adventure, and she would find her soulmate.

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(Y/N) slowed the car to a stop in front of the house from her vision. There was barley any sign of life besides smoke coming from a chimney. There were no cars, none of the young men from her vision, nor the mother like woman. It seemed empty and she wondered if she was too late.

She got out of the car and approached the house. Her mind was screaming at her to turn around and to leave again. There was a chance she was at the wrong place, or her wolf soulmate and his pack had already up and left before she found them, but she had to know for sure. She couldn’t leave without getting some form of answers.

She knocked on the door and waited for any movement inside. (Y/N) mentally cursed at herself for not bringing the hair in case she had to do another spell. It would’ve been easier to find him from there and not to have to go all the way back to her house for a stupid hair. Luckily for her, however, the scarred woman answered the door.

(Y/N) was shocked and realized she hadn’t prepared anything to say. How did she explain why she was there without sounding insane? Lamely, she managed to force herself to say, “Hi.”

The woman looked her up and down a moment before saying, “So, you’re the one Paul won’t shut up about.”

(Y/N) was taken back by the comment. So his name was Paul, and he hadn’t stopped talking about her since their brief meeting? “I think so, I haven’t exactly gotten to know much about him yet.”

The woman smiled warmly at her. “Come in.”

She poured (Y/N) a cup of tea and introduced herself as Emily, the fiancee of the pack leader, Sam.

“The silver wolf that rubbed against you was Paul,” she explained as the two women sat at the table in the kitchen. “He’s the third in command of the pack, and the most impulsive one. The boys were shocked that he didn’t go right for an attack when he saw you.”

“That’s comforting,” (Y/N) said with an awkward chuckle.

“They didn’t know what you are,” Emily explained. “You’re a new entity to them, and you were in their territory. They were willing to protect the territory from whatever you were.”

(Y/N) nodded. That did make sense, but now she felt uncomfortable sitting in the house of a pack of werewolves if it meant they might attack her.

The sound of male voices approaching the house drew the attention of both women. (Y/N) was tempted to flee before they arrived, but she wanted to meet Paul face to face. She wanted to see the human face of her soulmate, to learn more about him, and she didn’t want to fear his friends.

The men came into the house, roughhousing and laughing. They all seemed to stop simultaneously when they noticed that Emily wasn’t alone, and they came to recognize who was sat with her.

“Gentlemen,” Emily started, smiling softly at them. “This is (Y/N).”

One of the men stepped away from the group to approach her. (Y/N) rose from her seat, looking deep into his brown eyes. It didn’t take long to clue in that this was her wolf, her soulmate. She could tell just by looking at him.

“You found us,” he finally said. His voice sounded like music to her ears.

She chuckled. “I did. You left a helpful hint behind on my clothes.”

(Y/N) held out the silver fur that Paul had left on her. He looked at her in amazement, wanting to reach out to touch her to prove that she was real. He hesitated. This was the first time they were truly meeting, he didn’t want to scare her away so quickly.

“How did you find us?” one of the pack members asked.

“And what are you?” another added. (Y/N) could tell by the authority in his voice that he was the alpha, Sam.

“I’m a witch,” she responded. “As far as I know I’m the only of my kind here in Forks.”

The pack looked skeptical, except for Paul, who was still entranced by (Y/N).

“I’m not here to hurt anyone,” she continued. “When you caught me in the field, I was casting a protective spell over Forks. I’ve heard of the animal attacks, the ones that aren’t exactly animals. I was hoping to cast a spell to protect the people of Forks and to cast whatever, or whoever, is behind those attacks out. You interrupted me when you arrived.”

“Forks doesn’t need your witchy voodoo, they have us,” one of the younger members of the pack spoke.

“Embry,” Sam said, sternly. He turned to face Paul and the two of them shared a look. “I think you two should talk in private.”

Paul turned to (Y/N) to ask, “Want to go for a walk?”

~~~~~~

The two walked in silence through the woods for some time. Neither really knew what to say. What do you say when you’re meeting your soulmate for the first time?

“I feel like we both have a lot of questions,” Paul finally said, breaking the tense silence.

“Not many I can think of, but I’m sure more will come up,” (Y/N) agreed. “What do you want to know?”

“Why did you come find me?”

“Witches believe that everyone has a soulmate, but when you’re a witch or a wizard, you actually know when you’ve met your soulmate. There’s this feeling of electricity when you touch for the first time, a desire to spend all your time with that person, to know as much about them as you possibly could. I was hoping to be able to actually talk to you, but you and the pack ran off so quickly. I was left to my own devices to find you.”

“A spell, I’d assume.”

(Y/N) nodded. “There’s a spell to track people, but only to where they normally reside. There’s no way to track them to their exact location, which is why I took a chance coming here to see if I could find you.”

Paul moved in close enough that his arm brushed (Y/N). She felt another spark of electricity, confirming her suspicions that he was supposed to be her soulmate.

“About the pack,” she continued. “Emily mentioned that I was in your territory, and usually the pack attacks non-humans in their territory. Why didn’t you guys attack me? Why were you so reserved when you approached me?”

“Shifters also have something like soulmates, except we call it Imprinting,” Paul explained. “It came happen whenever, to whoever. There’s never a warning, a premonition. You see the person and you just...you know. You’re connected to them for life, whether it’s romantically, platonically, in a sort of brotherly way. However the person they’ve imprinted on wants them to be. Once someone in the pack has imprinted, there’s this rule that the rest of the pack leaves that person alone. Even if you were something dangerous, the pack would have to leave you be since I imprinted on you.”

(Y/N) nodded along to Paul’s explanation. “Anything the imprintee wants to be, huh?”

Paul stopped and turned to look at her, causing (Y/N) to stop walking as well. “Anything, which leads to the question of us. What do you want us to be?”

(Y/N) didn’t take much time to think it over. Instead, she took Paul’s face in her hands and pulled him to her, pressing her lips against his. It caused that stereotypical feeling of fireworks that is always mentioned in romance novels, except (Y/N) new that was the electricity of their soulmate bond.

Paul held her to him as he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.

“Is that a good enough answer?” she asked, a cheeky grin on her face.

Paul smiled back. “That was the answer I was hoping for.”

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change - paul lahote

a/n: it’s been a minute, and honestly, i’m expecting this blog to be done with writing soon :( idk what to do with it now so expect less and less from me and more shit posting rather than actual writing. but here’s something!!

it had been quite a long day for the pack. it was only the third time that you and paul have met, and he broke the news to you that you are his imprint. but liking jacob, you refused to believe it was true. this led to you and paul fighting, jacob trying to get in, but making it worse, and paul wanting to just run off into the forest.

but, with his newfound control because of you being his imprint, he didn’t. he calmed down, took a few deep breaths, and stalked off to the guest room to be alone for a while.

the pack had dispersed, with jared and embry going on patrol, jake and seth heading back home for dinner after jacob had a chat with you, and sam attempting to check on paul. emily and kim stayed put with you, wanting to make sure you were okay and everything was fine.

however, you wanted to be alone for a while. all of this had caused you to become very overwhelmed and needing a break of just nothing. so, you head out onto the back porch of sam and emily’s house, stranded here because jacob drove you here.

you take a seat on the porch swing, throwing the cover that you brought out over your legs. the weather had cooled a lot and the smell of rain was in the air. unsurprisingly, only a couple minutes later, rain started to fall from the sky.

dark clouds took over yet there was no thunder or lightning, just a nice, peaceful rainstorm. you breathe in the scent of petrichor, your eyes fluttering closed as the sound fills your ears too. rain was one of your favorite things.

the way it turns everything a bright, vibrant green, or at least a green that doesn’t look dry and dead. the way it sounds when it falls onto the roof of a house, or leaves and branches, how serene it is to listen to on dreadful and mentally taxing days. like today.

rain is exactly what you needed to calm your mind. and you could feel it working. your shoulders weren’t as tensed and you were starting to forget, or put aside, what had happened today.

unfortunately, your peace was ruined by the back door opening, and none other than paul stepping out. he offers you an apologetic smile, one that reads he’s not looking for a fight, but to instead reconcile and fix things.

he cautiously sits next to you, as far as he can on the left side of the swing. he says nothing for a few seconds.

“you know, when i was younger, i never liked the rain,” he finally speaks up, staring straight out into the backyard of sam and emily’s house. you don’t dare to look over at him just yet. “i always associated them with storms, and lightning. and despite what my family told me about storms, i hated them. i liked sunny weather, when i could feel the sun on my skin and not have to be stuck inside all day.”

you don’t say anything, but you decide to glance over at him. he doesn’t move.

“then when i went through this transformation, i had a newfound love for rain. running off into the forest in my wolf form, laying down under a fallen tree or just out in the open of the forest, feeling the rain fall onto my fur and feel so incredibly free. no worries in the world, no responsibilities, nothing but the sound and feel of rain. and i also do like staying inside, getting to cuddle up next to a fire, or just under a blanket. because of my body heat, there’s no need for a fire, right?” you can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips, and paul catches this.

his head whips in your direction, and he smiles, happy that some progress has been made, at least in his mind.

“but most importantly, i think about coming home to you. you being there to dry me off after i’ve shifted back, allowing me to do so with a towel or cheekily helping me because you just want to be close to me. i long for that, (y/n). i long to be with you, and yeah, it may be because something in the universe told me that you’re the one, but also, having gotten to know you over the past few days, i have really grown to like you. and i know you have a thing for jacob and everything, but i would love it if you give me a chance. and i know what jacob has said about me in the past, and i want to prove that it’s not true.”

you still don’t say anything, but your eyes soften as he finishes his speech.

“jacob talked to me earlier before he left,” you whisper. paul puts all of his attention on you, his gaze filling with concern and worry. “he said…he said i should let him go and start new with you. that we wouldn’t be anything more than friends because you’re the one i’m meant to be with. i’m your imprint and that’s more important than anything.”

paul nods along, not knowing where you’re going with this.

“and i want to do that,” you admit. paul perks up and he turns slightly towards you. “i don’t want to focus on jacob anymore. like he said, i am your imprint, and i’m ready to accept that.” paul smiles widely and moves just a bit closer to you.

“so, would you want to stay the night with me? or is that too soon?” he asks. thinking about it for a moment, you reach for his hand, shocking him, to say the least.

“i’d love to, paul. cuddling and listening to the rain has always been a favorite pastime of mine.” paul chuckles and this time, he moves flush next to your side.

he hesitates, but you welcome him in by throwing the blanket over his lap. he accepts it, but going back to his statement, it’s not exactly needed.

“nice pumpkin blanket,” he comments, running his fingers along the fabric of it.

“thank you. a friend gifted it to me because pumpkins are my favorite fall decoration.”

“that’s cute. but you do know that i’m going to call you pumpkin from here on out?” he teases. you giggle and curl into his side.

“i’m okay with that. it’s a new start in a new relationship.”

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I Got You Beat ~ Paul v/s. Jacob (Part One)

A/n: heavily focused on Friend!Bella, Paul x reader. I started this with intentions for a completely different story and it kind of turned into something else entirely because I really can’t write a story without a happy ending. I’m fragile okay?

Pairings: Jacob Black x reader, Paul Lahote x reader, Reader x friend!Bella Swan, Bella Swan x Edward Cullen, (slight) Bella Swan x Jacob Black

Word Count: 4467

Song Suggest: “I Think I Got You Beat” from Shrek the musical is the song that prompted this, but it’s just for the mood of it, not the lyrics lol.

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I think I got you beat, I think I got you beat!

Y/n and Bella had been friends since the beginning. They were neighbors and despite the distance that there was between them, Y/n was often at the Swan's house to help clean or make meals because her mom was usually gone and her dad was long out of the picture and Charlie had kind of taken her under his wing. Y/n also showed Bella around on the first day of school and kept away the creepers. She tried to warn Bella about the Cullens... but Bella listens to no one. Not even the Cullens.

Bella knew that Y/n was dating Paul Lahote, someone from the rez she'd never met. The girls would stay up late during sleepovers or on the phone talking about their boyfriends and how in love they were. Then Y/n pulled away from Bella and suddenly she went MIA altogether. Bella went to her house only to find out she and Paul had broken up. Y/n wouldn't give any details and Bella left it alone, understanding that everyone had their secrets and there are some things you just can't tell other people. Especially when it came to love.

When Bella's birthday passed and Edward left with the rest of the Cullens, any traces of him completely disappearing except the wisps of them in people's memory, Bella basically died. Even worse than Y/n who had at least gone to school, Bella wouldn't even respond to people. Y/n was worried sick, putting her own feelings aside to tend to her friend in every way she could think to. But no matter how hard she tried, nothing ever worked.

Jacob Black and Y/n had become friends through Bella, even though Y/n refused to answer any questions about Sam and his gang. The two finally got Bella out and going, though her sudden taste for adventure didn't seem to be any healthier than the sitting around and zoning out. Things seemed to be going well for a while and Y/n was happy to see Jacob and Bella getting closer. Bella was sure Y/n didn't know about the vampiric activity in her past but... sometimes she wondered.

Just as everything was finally setting toward the happily ever after ending finale, Jacob dropped out. Bella broke down all over again and Y/n was there to hold her. Bella couldn't help but think Y/n wasn't all that surprised though, even when they found out that Jacob had joined Sam's gang and that things were really weird. Every time Bella tried to bring it up Y/n would simply state that she hadn't been as close to Jake as Bella was and that she had come to terms with it sooner in order to be there for Bella.

Bella wasn't having it.

"You can't go to Jake's!" Y/n wailed, finally snapping after an entire hour of going back and forth with Bella.

The two girls were millimeters apart. "Why not?" she demanded.

Y/n grunted, her teeth grinding together as she breathed through her nose, trying not to say too much. "He's in a gang now. He's separating himself from us. Did you think maybe he wants you to leave him alone?" Instantly Y/n felt bad. Bella looked as if she'd been slapped. "Look," she breathed. "I'll go with you to Jakes house. We'll talk to him." Bella smiled. "But if he says to go away, we drop it and move on okay?" Bella glared. Y/n moved closer, sighing again. "You've been through absolute Hell, I know... but if he needs space, you have to respect that. Okay?"

After a second, Bella nodded then quietly added, "If he leaves..."

"Then I'll be right by your side," Y/n eased. The girls shared a tender look before moving to Bella's truck, getting in. Y/n knew what would happen. They would turn them away and Jake would know that Bella was in good hands because Y/n did know more than Bella even realized. More than Bella knew. Y/n knew about the vampires and the wolves and the Volturi ad the stories and the truth behind them. She knew everything because at one time she had been in a forever relationship with Paul Lahote... until everything was ruined.

Y/n pushed that out of her mind though and watched the road as they got closer to the Black house, praying to anyone she could thin of that Paul wouldn't be there.

- Reader POV -

Of course, I couldn't have luck with anything ever.

The situation spiraled far beyond what I had thought would happen. I got Billie to let us in at least since I only needed to give him one look to communicate I had a plan. He told us that Jake was asleep and that's when everything spiraled out of control. We were planning on waking him up in a bit since Bella refused to leave without hearing the word out of Jake's mouth, but then THEY showed up.

I saw them before Bella did, my hand flying out on instinct a second before Jared whooped to let Billie know they were coming, probably for Jake. Bella didn't even register me as her eyes landed on Sam and the pack. One second she was next to me and the next she was gone and I had only the option of chasing after her. We were a foot away from the pack before I grabbed Bella's arm pulling her to a stop before she reached Sam. "Bella no!" I kept my eyes down, desperately avoiding looking at them. I still felt their eyes on me though.

Bella ripped her arm out of my grasp but didn't move as I clung onto her, her eyes landing on me finally and the traveling to HIM, realizing the situation I was suddenly in. My equivalent of Edward was not even a foot away... But she took yet another selfish moment and stepped forward, seeking answers. "What did you do to him?" She sneered.

"What did we do?" His voice made me seize up. "What did he tell you?"

I grabbed at Bella but she continued to pull away from me and we moved steadily closer to the boys. "Nothing! He won't tell me anything. He's- scared of you!" I flinched as Jared busted up laughing, pissing Bella off even more. Except I knew what was funny, and I was growing steadily more uneasy. My stomach turned and twisted and I was sure I was about to throw up any second. "You think that's funny?" Bella seethed.

Someone stepped forward. "You don't know anything, Isabella Swan. Go home before you get into real trouble." I found myself unable to stop her when she stepped up and slapped him.  wanted to slap him myself, before Bella had a real reason to do it. The repercussions sent me flying forward though as Paul began to heave and hiss. I pushed Bella backward, my arms flying wide as I blocked her from his view, locking eyes with him. He stepped back and so did I as he wolfed out. I froze, unable to move. I had never seen him shift before.

We stood face to face, my eyes filled with awe and his with anger. "Y/n!" Bella and Jake screamed behind me. None of the other boys moved to stop or back me up though, and Jake soon settled for wolfing out behind me, sending Bella screaming my name again as he moved to my side, nudging me. I still didn't budge.

Slowly my emotion came back to me as I ached to reach my hand out and run my fingers through his fur and my face twisted in pain, my eyes tearing up. Paul saw the look in my eyes and moved back, whimpering quietly. I turned away, my blood rushing in my ears s I took off as fast as I could. Bella called my name yet again but I didn't stop even for a second. I kept running and running until I was far in the woods and my lungs were screaming. My foot caught on something and I went tumbling, the tears knocked out of me by the jerking halt before I ever hit the ground.

Pushing myself up,  tried and failed to swallow my sobs. They disobeyed me, ripping through my body and into the air. I sat on my hip, twisted so my palms lay flat on the ground, holding me up. My head tilted forward, hair dangling as my body shook with sobs. A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up to see Jake. There was no hiding my pain so I simply gave in, letting my shaky elbow give out. He caught me, moving into a sitting position so he could hold me to him. We sat for a long time as he rubbed my back and soothed me. When I finally calmed down we separated so I could wipe my red, puffy face dry and try to look presentable. "I'm sorry," I croaked. "I tried to get her to let it go-"

He sighed, shaking his head. "It's Bella," he reasoned. I nodded ad that was that because that's all we needed. An avalanche couldn't have stopped that girl if it tried its hardest. He looked at me as I played with the foliage. "Your ankle okay?" He motioned to my foot twisted in what I could now see was a root. I nodded, tugging it out gently and then crossing my legs applesauce style. After another pause, Jake spoke again. "I guess this means that Sam can't keep Bella away anymore. Which means that Bella and I might work things out, be together... Even if we stay friends, though, she'll be around a lot."

I sighed, covering my face with both of my hands. "Jake..." He nodded, understanding even before I continued. "I can't be around him. I can't keep things going the way they are. I couldn't even be near him. Look at him..." I dropped my hands, looking at him as he stared at the ground. "I won't be another Leah."

Jake nodded again, wordless. Neither of us spoke for a long time. "Bella's getting the rundown from everybody else. I'm sure she'll have questions." My face scrunched up and he reached out to take my hand comfortingly. "She can take you home and if you need any help... I can tell her not to ask."

Shaking my head, I said, "No. She has a right to know and honestly, I'm tired of lying to her." I stood then, offering my hand. He chuckled, jumping to his feet. Once he was standing he threw an arm over my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

We began walking. "You want a piggyback ride?" I snorted but when he stopped, turning his back to me, I knew he was serious. Honestly, who would turn that down? So I hopped on his back ad he began running, jostling me purposefully to make me laugh. By the time we reached Emily's, I felt completely better. Jake was tired and he had a new sort of darkness about him, but at his core, he was still the fun, light-spirited ray of sunshine I knew at his core. We walked laughing and shoving each other. I dodged him just as we crossed the door threshold, running backward right into a warm body.

My laughter died in my throat as I turned around, coming face to face with Paul. "S-sorry," I muttered. I moved to Bella before he could respond. Jake followed after me, taking my hand to soothe me. Despite what I'd told Bella, Jake and I were actually really close and his presence helped a lot. The rest of our stay was spent by Bella, who organized a sleepover at her house. We left Emily's and went back to hers. I only got a goodbye hug in with Jake before I was being whisked off. Right as I pulled away from him, our eyes locked for the first time that night, which I would only realize later.

He stumbled back but Bella was pulling me out the door and I brushed it off as nothing. He was probably more tired than I realized. We were in Bella's truck and she started it quickly, something obviously on her mind. I swallowed, my knuckles gripping the arm of my chair and trying not to look too terrified as she drove like a crazy person. The driving wasn't really what scared me though, it was what waited at the destination we were headed.

As expected, the second we were past her dad and in the confines of her room, she was questioning me. "What happened between you and Paul?" When she saw my pained expression she scooted closer, her hands grasping mine. I sighed, closing my eyes. All she really know is that he moved on. I had lied, saying that he just didn't care about me like that anymore and it had been too weird to be friends so we broke up and moved on from each other. Or at least, he had moved on from me. "Y/n I know you lied about something, because the look he gave you tonight.... He looked like he wanted to rip out his own heart or something. There was so much tension and pain between you two..."

I was quiet for a few second, but I knew she wasn't going to let it drop because we both knew I needed to talk about it. Finally, I whispered, "He imprinted on someone else." She was stunned. "We really were so in love and being around each other just hurts, so much. Because he knows exactly how I think and the feelings I felt for him. We knew each other so well. It still is so engrained that we can still read each other. He still remembers how he felt about me and all the things that happened between us but his feelings changed- he can't help it." I shook my head. "I hate imprinting. We would have been happy for a long time, if not forever. We WERE happy. I took the whole wolf thing in stride and he said that he wasn't even mad I wasn't his imprint because obviously I was perfect for him. I had been there since the beginning. Since before..." My voice cracked. "And then he saw her." Bella squeezed my hands and I sighed, shaking my head as I met her half worried, half angry gaze. "Well, he seems really happy now. Kim I think her name is. No one told her about me and Paul. I mean she knew that we were dating when Paul first met her and she knew that somewhere along the way we broke up and then that they got together." I scoffed. "He tried to just be friends with her, but the more they talked, the further they got... I broke up with him. I knew it was coming and I was tired of feeling less like his girlfriend and more like someone simply blocking him from being with her."

Bella's shoulders sagged as she looked at me, pained. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I know how you feel and that's-"

Ripping my hands away from her, I rolled my eyes. "You have no idea how I fell," I sneered. "Bella, Edward isn't Paul. You want to really know why Edward left? Do you think I don't know what happened at your birthday party? Do you think I don't know why you came home with ripped clothes and bandages? Who attacked you Bells? Which Cullen?" She had frozen in shock. "Alice? Emmet? Edward? Jasper?" She flinched as Jasper's name and my expression grew even darker. "Edward left because he knew that a human and a vampire could never be together. You're a lamb and he's a lion- it's literally against nature. Like me dating the food my mom makes for me at night. It's WRONG and the only way it wouldn't be wrong is if he turned you into a Bloodsucker too. Paul became a wold because of the blood running through his veins, triggering a reaction because of those damn vampires you love so much. His change was because of nature. He left me not because he was scared he'd kill me but because he was pulled away by some werewolf bullshit. It wasn't his choice and it wasn't a clean cut. Our situations are completely different- son't EVER assume to understand me." I shot to my feet, grabbing my jacket from the floor where I'd ditched it upon our entry into the room not even half an hour ago. I stopped in her doorway, turning back to look at her. Her eyes were trained on her bed, wide and too still to be alive. "It would be good for you to get over him Bella. Paul and I... we were a healthy relationship and it could have lasted a normal lifetime. Neither of us would have had to change to be with the other long term. I had a perfect future laid out for me and then it was taken away by Fate or science or whatever God may or may not be above. You think losing Edward sucks?" She flinched but my anger was too hot to give way now. "Sweetheart I think I've got you beat." And like that, I spun around and sped down the stairs and out the door as Charlie called my name to try and figure out what was wrong.

The walk home was cold and long and dark. I didn't even make it halfway before I stopped, knowing I couldn't go home. I couldn't go back to the room where the presence of Paul and Bella were both so strong and prominent. I couldn't go back where I would be haunted by the two people who I suddenly yearned for the most.

Why had I said the things I did to Bella? Even if there was a small bit of truth to them, Bella still was hurting and Edward had still loved her. They had been torn apart by nature despite love the same way Paul and I had been. Nature refused us, even though we were in love.

My feet suddenly curved and I found them taking me across the street and into the woods. I loved it here. Alone, stretching forever. There was no Bella or Edward or Paul here. Just shadows and trees and underbrush. I walked, absentmindedly tying my jacket around my waist instead of putting it on like a smart person. I suddenly felt like I was looking for something... Or maybe a LACK of something. Is this how it had been for Bella when Edward had left her alone in the woods like the Grade A dick he was? Is this how it felt for her when he was suddenly gone and she started running, screaming, looking for him? Calling his name, knowing he wouldn't call back?

Anxiety started to crawl up my throat as the cold air sunk into my very bones. Suddenly I was running, tripping over things as the darkness and my watery vision combined to make me completely blind. I cried out as I tripped, my palms landing harshly on the dirt. I felt something slide along my palm and a sharp stinging let me know that whatever it had been had cut into the skin where it had met my hand. I pushed myself back up, running again. I ran and ran and ran until my throat and lungs were searing with pain and my legs shook underneath me, pleading to give in. There was a point in sprinting when your body had reached the point it thought it's max was. When it tried to stop and collapse and calm down- this came sooner if you weren't used to running. I knew that if I pushed farther, refused to slow down and just kept going, it would fade. The adrenaline would kick in and mask the pain and the reached limit and suddenly you'd be pumped with more energy and be able to go even further. I tripped again, immediately scrambling to my feet and running again as I didn't want to lose my ability to keep going. An animalistic sound turned through me. It was meant to be a scream but it ripped through my throat and into the air, higher and sharper and angrier and more pained than just a scream. It was more like a howl or a guttural screech. My shoulder caught the trunk of a tree and I gasped, blinking as pain shot through my arm.

"Y/N WAIT!" Just as the voice screamed I finally hit past that limit mark and the adrenaline exploded, especially as my fear spied as suddenly another person was present in the area next to me where there had been no one before. I pushed further, pumping my arms as hard as I could to go as fast as my human limitations would allow. "Y/N PLEASE!" It was far closer than it should have been and I felt my heartbeat spike as pure fear coursed through me. Who was it? A vampire? Oh god oh god oh go-

Suddenly there was nothing under my feet and I was tripping, falling. I crashed down the side of some hill and crashed into some kind of water that was deep enough to cover my whole body when I sprawled out on the bottom. My body was aching and my lungs were wailing as I fought to the surface and to the other side of the water, trying to claw my way up the other side of the ditch I'd fallen into. When my fingers started to erupt in searing pain I stopped, clutching my hands to my chest and blinking hard as I tried to clear my head. There were so many demanding emotions in my body and now that I'd stopped running, my body refused to move even a single muscle. I swayed on my feet. What had happened? My shoulder and fingers and palm hurt and I shivered, wet and out in the cold. What was wrong with me? Why didn't I just go home?

Sobs burst out of me, my eyes shutting tight as my body shook, all the emotions I'd so long kept inside pouring out and flooding like a dam broken. Anger. Fear. Hurt. Betrayal. Loss. Sadness. Resentment. Jealousy. Worthlessness. Confusion. Hopelessness. Desperation. Longing. Wanting. Wistfulness. Regret.

A warm hand rested on my shoulder and I shrieked, skittering away from it as I whipped around, eyes wide. Jake was suddenly in my line of sight, stepping back with his hands up, fingers open and palms facing me. His face was broken and twisted in concern. I couldn't comprehend him being here. I was supposed to be alone... "Jake?"

He took a step toward me, small but purposeful. "Y/n... Bella called me because she had a bad feeling. Wanted to make sure you were okay. She said that she wanted me to go find you because I'd have better luck than she would, even if you were home... She was scared something had happened to you. When your tracks branched off from your path home, intot he woods, and I heard your scream... That's why I'm here." He spoke slowly and softly, holding my gaze as he helped me to make sense of what was going on. I nodded, the shivering coming back as the shock faded. We stayed quiet until the adrenaline faded, leaving me weak and shaking and about to collapse. I reached out for him and he was instantly holding me, scooping me up and holding me firmly against him. I sighed as his warmth enveloped me, pressing further into him. "I'm going to take you to my house and get you cleaned up before taking you home okay?" I weakly nodded.

He walked in silence, carrying me all the way to his house as if it was no big deal. I wondered if wolves had speed even in human form - it seemed to take far less of a time than it would have taken me before we were at his house. Or maybe I was just falling asleep, half conscious as I stared into the dark woods ahead of me. What would have happened if he hadn't found me?

As promised, he sat me on the table and patched up my shoulder and hands before letting me take a shower to warm up. When I got out he had left my clothes on his bed in a pile, freshly dried. Except my shirt which was a bit shredded if I remembered properly. He had one of his shirts next to the pile of my own clothing. I smiled, drying off and then getting dressed. I felt weak, my feet dragging as I left the room and my eyelids drooping as I made my way out of his room to find him. The second I opened his door he was at my side, catching me as I swayed, nearly loosing my balance. "'M sorry," I mumbled, pulling him close to take in more of his warmth. He felt different than he had earlier. Somehow his presence was more comforting, more familiar. The thought passively nudged into my groggy mind. Had I not wanted to go home because Jake wasn't there? I'm sure that it wouldn't have felt this comfortable and safe and welcoming and warm. No way.

He rubbed my back. "It okay." He paused. "Do you want to go home now?" My hands gripped his shirt harder and I heard his smile as he spoke next. "I'll call your parents, ask them if you can stay here instead. I'll say you called me after you got hurt or something. Promise to get you back tomorrow..."

I smiled. "Yeah I'd like that."

He guided me to his bed. "Okay then you get some sleep, alright?" I nodded, humming. He pulled the blankets over me after I lay down, smiling softly at me.

"Don't leave me," I begged softly. "I don't want to be alone."

His smile seemed strained. "Okay. I'll sleep right here in the floor. It wasn't what my groggy brain was demanding but if I scooted to the edge of the bed then I could see him on the floor on the little makeshift bed he'd made out if extra pillows and blankets and that was enough for now. I fell asleep warm and safe and even, dare I say.... happy.

Thank you Jake.

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8. Torn

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Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, fluff, Arguments/violence, mentions of violence,

A/N: I enjoyed writing this, seems I enjoy being destructive. Comment below if you wanna be tagged for this or any other works. Some of you who asked to be tagged for some reason aren’t showing up as accounts anymore, if you’ve changed name let me know.

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Mortified. That’s what you felt while still standing between his legs in his embrace, listening to the storm rage outside while all of a sudden there was a deep rumble that came from inside you. You winced against his chest hoping he hadn’t heard or that perhaps he would pass it off as thunder. Then it happened again, but this time it was fiercer and you’re pretty sure your entire stomach vibrated with the sheer force. If he hasn’t heard, he’ll have felt the tremor. 

God. That’s so unattractive. 

You feel Paul stroke hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear. Despite appearances you’ve come to find him a gentle being, or maybe that’s because these gentiles involve you. You look at him, both studying each other as the desire to kiss him again drives you crazy. Just as you decided to make a move a third rumble sounds which brings a playful smile to his mouth. 

“You’re hungry…” he rests his forehead against yours, sounding deflated. 

“No, that wasn’t-” your stomach interrupts. You bite your lip to stop from laughing “okay, maybe a tiny bit” you admit, realising you hadn’t eaten all day. “Not that I’m asking, no expecting, you to feed… well I’m not starving… I can wait, it’s my fault for not-” you’re interrupted once more as he tenderly places a kiss on your lips before brushing his nose against yours. 

“You’re cute” he kisses you again as his hands squeeze your waist. You lean into him, deepening the kiss. “As much as I’m enjoying this” he kisses you again “feeding you…” his lips travel along your jaw and start to descend your neck “ …my top priority…” he takes a playful nip at the love bite in the crook of your neck, making you jump at the change in contact. 

“Ouchie” you jump away from him, playfully pushing his arms away. 

“That’s one way to get you moving” he teases, arms returning to the furniture he’s leaning on. The muscles flex under the skin, a move you feel is utterly deliberate and meant to have you melting. You stick your tongue out as you back away, knees knocking against the bed frame forcing you to sit. You bring one leg up onto the mattress, placing the foot against the opposite thigh. Your fingers start playing with the hem of the sweater you wore as your eyes bore into him, with such intensity he could swear you were his mortal enemy, harbouring dark feelings towards him.

“What?” Your hands fly to the side, smacking the bed sheets. The corner of your mouth upturns ever so slightly despite your hardest to keep a straight face. 

“I can never tell with you…” he shakes his head and walks towards you, dropping to his knees with graceful surety. Warmth spreads through your legs as his hands find a home on your thighs. He’s face to face, staring at point blank range into your eyes “...I should always be able to, but it comes and goes…” You strain to hear his whispering as he thinks aloud.  

“You’re not a superhuman” you joke, your voice bringing him out from his mindful trance. 

“Huh?” he questions, a stunned look across his face, as if someone had just slapped him.

“I said you’re not a superhuman!” you reiterate, noticing the twitch in the corner of his mouth as if trying to suppress a smile, ignoring it you move on “Just do what every other human does, ask questions. You know, like how are you? What’s going on…” you start listing off examples as he moves in closer again. You’re suddenly aware that he’s between your legs and your mouth feels drier than a desert. “... or um, how are you feeling?” you swallow as you lose concentration, your eyes fixated on his lips. 

“And how are you?” he questions, cockiness to his tone. The grip on your thighs tightens slightly.

“How am I what?” You swallow, trying your hardest to moisten your mouth. 

“Feeling.” He suggests, eyes roaming your face for an answer despite it being obvious from the pink blush of your cheeks and the change in breathing, which brings him joy to no end. 

“Oh, um…” you drag your eyes away from his lips to see him studying you. The colour of your cheeks deepens as you're caught red handed, your desire evident. “I think you know…” you trail off while leaning forward into him. 

“Mhmm, you’re feeling hungry.” He teases as you roll your eyes in response. Momentarily he sucks his teeth while thinking of a solution. You’d guessed there would be no food here, judging by the lack of facilities. “Okay.” He stands in one swift motion, and heads into the gloom of the main room. You follow, propping yourself against the doorframe. The air feels colder in here, your breath crossing in front of you in smokey tendrils. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, bemused, as you watch him move around like a headless chicken. Surprised, you watch him produce an apple from the pocket of a discarded jacket. He pads over to you, leaving footprints in the dust covered floor, and presents the fruit to you with a wave of his hand. 

“Surprised I had anything?” he chuckles, holding it up to your face. 

“No, more surprised that you own a jacket since I’ve ever seen you wear a top.” You take the apple from him, a cheeky smile on your face. Nevertheless, you don’t forget your manners and give him a grateful thank you. He leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead, a gesture that's becoming increasingly welcomed by yourself, before heading towards the front door. “Where are you going?”

“Source more food” he yells over the noise of the storm. 

“You can’t go out in that!” He turns to face you, hand opening the door, and gives you a cheeky wink before delving head first into the storm. Finding it hard to believe he would venture out in this weather, you gingerly make your way to the door, stepping in patches that had less dust to avoid dirtying your feet as much as possible. You greatly underestimated the force of the storm as you opened the door to peek. It flies backwards slamming into the wall, as the wind whips your wet hair around causing it to slap against your face. 

“Paul?” you yell, your hand flying up to shield your eyes from the rain which pounds down, driven in by the ferocity of the storm. You jump backwards as something wraps around your leg. “What the hell!” you shriek, confusion sweeping over you. A pair of very wet shorts clings to you after having been blown in off the porch. If you weren’t mistaken, they were the shorts Paul had been wearing, but they can’t be. Why on earth would he take them off? Before getting absolutely drenched you fight the storm to close the front door and then battle the wet material of the shorts as you pull them from you. Having caught a chill from the open door you make your way back to the bedroom and decide to get under the covers after deeming them clean enough. You sit crossed legged against the headboard, the duvet pulled up under your arms as you munch on the apple utterly perplexed by the events of the day and feeling exhausted. You don’t remember falling asleep but you must have as a loud knock wakes you. 

Footsteps sound in the other room as someone goes to answer the door, a second loud knock resonating through the building. You strain to hear voices, still half asleep and content to stay that way. Despite the worst of the storm passing, it was still nigh on impossible to hear much over the sound of the wind against the old house. You settle back into the comfort of the bed and pull your legs towards your chest for warmth. You’re aware of someone entering the room and are comforted by their presence. The bed dips beside you as they sit down. Gently a hand pushes hair behind your ear and you feel hot breath hit your cheek. 

“Are you still hungry?” Paul’s familiar deep voice whispers, tickling your ear as he does so. With your eyes still closed you nod against the pillow, the faint pain of hunger eating away at your stomach but the desire for five more minutes of sleep fighting all else. “Embry brought the truck over, the rain is still coming down quite heavy.” 

“Mhmm” you open your eyes at the mention of Embry and scan the room. To your relief he’s not in the room with you both. “I fell asleep” you inform Paul, still in a daze. 

“So you did” he chuckles and you sit up and face him. “Ready?” he smiles, taking in your appearance. He can’t deny the sight of you in his bed drives him crazy especially when you look all cute and sleepy, but the need to look after you overcomes any desires that build up. 

“Not really.” You look down at your attire and shiver at the sight of bare legs. Your clothes will still be soaked through so not much can be done. Paul wraps an arm around your waist and one under your legs before shifting your weight to sit on his lap. Softly he kisses your cheek.

“You look gorgeous, just saying.” he plants another kiss, this time on your lips “I’ve wanted to do that for the past hour” he admits before stealing another kiss. Satisfied he stands up still carrying you and heads for the door. 

“I do have the use of my legs you know.” you point out but think better of protesting as you remember the dirty floor.

“What you don’t have is a pair of dry shoes though.” Somehow he manages to juggle carrying you and the opening and closing of the front door simultaneously. Yes he physically looked strong but you’re starting to realise that his looks were deceiving and don’t show the half of it. 

The rain had stopped but the wind was stronger than ever. You wonder how this ramshackle house is still standing. You watch it as Paul carries you away, sadness filling you as you cling to him. Questions circle your brain. What is this building? Does he live here? But it's empty, I wouldn’t even call this the bare necessities… Secretly you hope that it’s some renovation flip project and that he has a warm cosy place to live, perhaps with family; a mother who likes to cook and always has food on the table, the father welcoming and making dad jokes all the time, but something about the scenario you put together doesn’t feel right for Paul. Instinctively you hold onto him tighter and you feel his grip on you tighten in response. Turning your head you spot the truck, it's battered but looks like it’ll do the job for offroading as there appears to be no tarmac in sight. A glance at the ground would show a makeshift driveway, put together with mud and gravel, but anyone would be forgiven for missing this as the weeds and long grass have completely enveloped it. 

“I thought you said Embry was here?” you ask, confused as he’s nowhere to be seen as Paul opens the passengers side door. Your eyes briefly scan the surroundings but are distracted as Paul starts to strap you in, his hands brushing your bare skin. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his touch. “I can do that” you offer, taking the seat belt from his hands. His eyes briefly flicker to the goosebumps before letting you finish the job. Neither of you say anything as he shuts the door and goes around to the driver's side, pushing a pile of clothes into the middle of the bench seat so he could have more room. You take in Paul’s appearance, noticing he’s wearing a tank top and a different pair of cargo shorts from earlier. So had the pair that attached to your leg earlier been his after all?

“You okay?” he asks as he starts the engine, noticing your quietness. 

“Yeah, just in a sleepy zone” you lie, the cold of the wind had made damn sure to fully wake you. Instead you were contemplating what the significance of the constant discarding of clothes could be. Were they naturalists? Surely Embry hadn’t driven here to then decide he’d prefer walking miles in the cold with no clothes?! That’s if the pile of clothes are his. You spend the drive leaning against the window, feigning tiredness, all the while trying to find a reasonable explanation for the oddities. It doesn’t take long to recognize where you are, especially when Sarah’s car comes into view. You stifle a groan as you once again look down and take in your appearance, knowing what Sarah would think with you turning up in his clothing. You realise that Paul is staring before he reaches over and touches your thigh which brings your attention to him. 

“No one will care or even notice.” He calmly tells you as if able to read your mind. 

“I can think of at least one person that will have something to say.” You argue, eyes straying from his as you imagine the embarrassment in store. 

“Hey” he squeezes your thigh before leaning over and softly kissing your forehead. Instinctively you close your eyes and drink in his scent, savouring every moment as he moves in closer. “We can go, but Em is a good cook…” At the thought of food your stomach rumbles and all other thoughts are expelled from your mind. You let out a noise of longing as you imagine what could right now be on the dinner table, your gaze straying from the man beside you to the warm glow of the cabin in the woods. 

“It wouldn’t harm just popping in, saying hello…” you suggest.

“Mhmm” he chuckles “Of course only to say hello” he mocks before exiting the vehicle to come get you from the passenger's side. The door opens and immediately the wind pushes inside, stealing any warmth that had generated in the cab. You shiver then shimmy to the edge of the seat before swinging your legs over. A pleasant shock erupts across your nerves as your knees come into contact with Paul, his warmth unbelievable in this miserable weather. “What do you think? Five or ten minutes? Is that long enough just to say hi?” he continues the joke, a playful smile tugging at his lips. 

“Shut up” you insist as you pull on his shirt, catching him off guard with a kiss. He leans in to deepen it, hands planting themselves into the seat either side of you. Your tongue runs along his bottom lip causing him to break from you. You notice how deep his breathing is as he rests his forehead against yours with eyes tightly closed as if in pain. To soothe him you place a kiss on his neck just under his jaw, where you fit perfectly like part of a jigsaw; as if made for him. He sucks in a sharp breath which confuses you. “What’s wrong?” you ask, worry evident in your tone. 

Paul finally opens his eyes, a smile once again playing across his features. He expels a sigh before tucking loose hairs behind your ears. “Nothing is wrong my sweet girl.” You blush at his use of the phrase my girl with a sense of elation spreading from your chest. “I’ve never been good at restraining my impulses and you’re testing each and every one of them.” He laughs but you can sense the warning that hides beneath the surface. 

“Let's go say our hellos then.” You try to bring the focus back to something lighter but you can’t help from feeling curious at the mention of his so called impulses. In one motion he picks you up, gently removing you from the truck. This time you remove an arm from his neck to close the door as he walks you past to the stairs of the cabin. “Put me down on the porch please” You tell him as you reach the final step. “Let's try to draw the least amount of attention possible”. You explain. 

As gently as he picked you up, he places you back on your feet, the wooden porch feeling rough underfoot. You squeeze his hand to give him a silent thanks. He reciprocates the motion before leading you to the door. The sound of twigs snapping makes you dart your gaze towards the treeline. For the briefest second you think you see eyes glowing in the gloom but they’re gone in a blink.  

“Did you hear-” you start to ask, realising it was probably normal to hear that out here amongst the wildlife. Just as you move your gaze back to Paul you hear the door of the truck slam shut. Paul’s head briefly glances towards the vehicle affirming the noise in your head, but he doesn't give it more than a few seconds' attention before continuing to lead you into the cabin. It feels like he’s rushing you inside which piques your curiosity. You look through the open doorway but all you see are branches swaying on the trees from the wind. Or as if they’d been disturbed by something. And then the view is cut off as Paul closes the door. The distraction had stopped you worrying until this moment. The sound of chatter and laughter fills your ears, your back facing the crowd around the table. Paul watches as you turn to face them all and senses you relax as the group pays no attention to you both. He places his hand on your back, urging you on. 

“Don’t be shy” he leans down to whisper. Familiar eyes catch yours from across the room as Sarah looks up from the table for a second, noticing how you blush as he whispers in your ear. You move in unison, holding his hand while examining the table and kitchen counters as copious amounts of food sit on serving plates. Paul grabs the last clean plate before dragging you towards the food. 

“What do you want?” he asks, eyeing you from his high vantage point. You move in closer to his body, wrapping yourself around the arm you’d been holding. Hiding his true motive from the rest of the room, he leans down to kiss your head, getting close enough to whisper so only you can hear. “Someone’s gone all shy.” He wasn’t mocking, his tone was comforting, his enclosed hand rubbing circles on yours with his thumb. Unable to speak, you nod to his statement. You hear him make a hum of acknowledgment as he thinks. “Squeeze my hand if it’s something you don’t want.” He tells you as he puts the plate down to pick up a serving spoon. It really being a two handed job, it takes a while, but he doesn’t mind as keeping you comfortable is equally as important as feeding you. Feeling brave you peek behind you, relaxing in the knowledge that absolutely no one is paying attention. Ever so slightly do you loosen your grip on Paul but never do you entirely let go. 

The front door slams open, startling you, as Embry walks in, pulling a T-shirt over his head at the same time. The very shirt that had been in the truck a few minutes ago. Everyone watches as he makes an ordeal of his entrance, struggling to get his head through the hole. You make a mental note that Embry is probably the comic of the group.

“Goddamn is it windy out there!” he yells as his head pokes out the top of the shirt. His foot finds the door and it once again slams as it shuts. His eyes make contact with yours, a million questions swimming in the deep depths of your irises. As you begin to purse your lips in preparation for your questioning his eyes travel to Paul. “Oh hey Paul!” he greets, “Hope you’ve left some food” an underlying tone of sarcasm laces his words before he heads across the room, avoiding your gaze. You notice another pair of eyes looking at you questioningly. Sarah glances between you and Embry and then back to Paul, a million questions also plaguing her. She takes a sip from the mug in her hand and raises an eyebrow as she comes to a conclusion, one which you’ll likely not enjoy.

Pulling you away from her glare, Paul settles against the counter with you between his legs, and finds a way to hold the plate and you in his arms simultaneously. You pick at the food but with him sharing it, you find the plate is empty before long and discarded on the counter next to you, allowing him to properly hold you in his big arms which are folded over your tummy. Nervously you trace patterns across the tanned skin of his forearms as you lose yourself to memories of the last time you’d been in this kitchen with Paul and the kiss you almost shared, which wads you to the kisses that you’ve shared this day, the echo of his lips against yours, hot with desire. A flush creeps up your neck at the thoughts as you lean your head back against his chest, eyes peering up at him. You noticed him engaged in conversation with the group, his chest shaking beneath you as he released a deep laugh. You admire the way that his eyes scrunch up as the laugh encapsulates his entire face, his smile so big and infectious you can’t help but feel happy. This is the moment, the one you’ll think back on as the moment you realised how deeply you feel for this man. Despite not knowing him for long or fully understanding how, you can no longer deny to yourself how you feel. Sensing eyes on you once again you decide an explanation is needed from you. You gently peel Paul’s arms off you and swallow the fear that now eats at you. You can sense how uncomfortable Paul becomes when you start walking across the room, how he fights the urge to follow you. It’s apparent to all as you stop behind Sarah who’s watching him intently, a burning hatred evident in her eyes as they bore into his soul. Her stare doesn’t break when you wrap your arms around her neck and lean down to hug her, nor when you whisper hello, she just responds with a curt acknowledgement.  

“I think we need a chat.” You suggest, the words almost not wanting to leave your body. She nods against your hug. 

“Good idea” she finally turns her head towards you, her eyes taking longer to meet yours as they linger on the object of her disdain. “Perhaps in the car later.” The thought of later and of driving away from this place is something that fills you with sadness and threatens to drive your heart into an anxious frenzy. Maybe there’s an alternative, one where you don’t have to leave, but your mother… 

You withdraw from the hug, standing with your hands on Sarah’s shoulders before retracting those too. You see Paul’s jaw clench as he watches you disappear inside, back behind those walls he’s only just managed to climb. You want to go to him, reach out for the safety of the shore as you’re swept out into the depths, but the current is too strong. Desperately you want to go somewhere quiet, suddenly finding the noise of chatter deafening. Without thinking, your eyes fixate on the latecomer to the gathering, watching as he stuffs a muffin into his mouth, crumbs falling onto the T-shirt you’d only just seen him put on. 

“What's the deal with the nakedness Embry?” you ask with an accusing tone. The confidence to ask comes from the need to distract yourself and the desire for answers. Embry almost chokes on his food as the faces of everyone else turn to look at the two of you, confusion and anger present on many of them apart from Paul’s which lights up in amusement. 

“The what?” Sarah shoots at you, a puzzled look upon her face. “Why are you seeing him naked, I thought you and Paul-” she starts, earning a glare from you. Whatever she thought she did or did not know, you don’t appreciate the snide comment. 

“No, I…We…” you stutter and shake your head “that’s not the point, the point is, why drive all the way to us to walk back naked?” you draw the subject of conversation back to Embry. 

“Looks like you need to keep an eye out Paul, your girl’s sure interested in Embry’s nakedness” one of the group teases, making you feel angry at their inability to take anything seriously. 

“Hey! I’m not his girl-” your voice gets lost amongst the boy’s growing jests and is only noticed by Sarah. 

“Yeah, looks like I need to be careful around you” Embry flashes a grin and winks in your direction earning laughs from everyone. Sarah mutters something incoherent under her breath. 

“Jared, Embry, that's enough” Sam’s scalding voice booms above the ruckus. The laughter dies away as he stands and comes over to you. “Looks like you’ll fit in around here,” he announces loudly to the whole room before lowering his pitch for your ears only “Just don’t let them bully you.” He smiles before heading to the door and leaving into the growing dark. 

“I wasn’t bullying” Embry whispers to himself while sulking and eating another muffin. 

“Lighten up” The one you assumed to be Jared, shoves him playfully.

“You lighten up” Embry retorts, shoving him back.

“Oh, you wanna go?” Jared stands up “Common then, outside.” He almost growls before the whole room erupts into laughter again. They both lean in, hands gripping the forearms of the other. “I’m only joking.” Jared laughs.

“Only because you know I’d take you.” Embry taunts, a shocked expression plastering Jared’s face.

 “Right, you’re on boy.” Jared jumps to his feet along with Embry and they both run from the cabin. One of them pretends to howl like a wolf as they run down the porch steps and follow Sam into the darkness. 

After witnessing the entire scene, a confused laugh bubbles to the surface and forces its way out as you take one of the now vacated seats. “I’ll pretend I know what just happened” you say, hysterics threatening to follow. From the look on Sarah’s face you can tell she’s just as confused as you.

“Trust me, that’s what I do” Emily starts gathering empty plates, busying herself. “I never know what's going on with these ones” she gestures towards the boys. 

“Ouch!” one you've not met before, feigns hurt. “I’m Seth by the way,” he’s quieter than the rest, “It’s nice to finally meet Pauls-” he looks between the two of you trying to decide what words are best to use. 

“Yes, I’d like to know what you guys are.” Sarah chimes in, Seth instantly looks down at the table, feeling guilty for bringing on her accusing tone. “I mean, for God's sake!” her hands slam down on the table as she shoots to her feet, evidently coming to the end of her patience. 

“Sarah-” You try to soothe her, but it doesn't have the desired effect. 

“Don’t!” she warns, her voice barely concealing the anger. 

“Sarah please don’t” you try to plead with her not to leave, following her outside as she ignores your voice. “Sarah, talk to me.” Frustration boils beneath your surface as you start to feel torn between your friend and… well, whatever he is to you. 

“Like you talk to me?” she snaps back. “Some friendship this is” she scoffs, opening the door to her car. Your hand pushes back against the metal, slamming it to stop her from leaving. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you fold your arms defensively across your chest, blinking rapidly to stop tears from forming. 

“I’ve done nothing but be there for you during whatever this is” She gestures all around and then at you “I’ve tried talking to you, hell, I’ve even covered for you to your family, to our boss. I’ve had your back this entire time, despite warning you.”

“Warning me? What warning?” 

Sarah stares at you, eyes wide, the hurt evident. “He’s bad news and you can’t see that.” she rubs her eyes to hide how glassy they’ve become. “Did he tell you what happened to your job? Did he fucking tell you our boss ended up in hospital?”

“What?” The shock of her statement was written all over your face. He’d left that detail out. A smile pulls at Sarah’s mouth followed by a laugh. 

“Of course he didn’t” she continues to drive her point. “He has major anger issues. What’s to stop him from doing that to you?” 

“No” you shake your head “he wouldn't do that to me, he wouldn’t… I know-”

“You don’t know him!” she grabs your arms and shakes you “Listen to me! See the signs! Look at what’s happened! First he drugs you”

“Hold on, that’s not what happened-”

“Second, he puts your boss in danger” she cuts you off and starts listing things that have happened, counting them on her fingers “And then just today, You were mad at him and the next thing you’re running off and I’ve got a group of messed up weirdos telling me you’re with him and then you turn up barely dressed! What am I supposed to think?” She’s exasperated and confused as she slaps he sees with her arms. 

“If I wanted a lecture I’d have clued my mother in on all this!” your anger has returned. You sense his presence watching from the cabin window; it does little to calm you. If anything it spurs you on, feeling the need to defend him. “You don’t understand.” 

“Then tell me” Sarah begs you. 

“I can’t…there are no words.” Seeing her look of disappointment, you give an explanation a go “It sounds ridiculous but it's like in the movies, when they say love at first sight. I can’t get him out of my head, I need to be around him. It hurts to be apart-” 

“God, just listen to yourself. Do you know how crazy you sound? How can you love someone you barely know? You sound delusional.” she grabs your head, moving it to face what little light resonates from the cabin. She moves in closer, studying your eyes before snapping her head round to face Paul as he emerges from the building. “Have you drugged her again?” Sarah starts towards him, hurling more accusations. You yell after her, trying to stop it before it happens, knowing what Sarah gets like with a bee in her bonnet. You grab her by the elbow, pulling her astray and yanking her back to face you. 

“Stop please” you almost sob. She pulls her arm free to which you grab her again. 

“Stay away from her, you hear me?” she turns her attention back to Paul who had made his way over. “I know what you are!” she spits at him. For a brief second, panic enters Paul’s eyes “I’ve known men like you my whole life. Let her go!” She tries to reach for him with her free arm, only just about managing to give him a slight shove, which to a man his size, was nothing. Frustrated, Sarah lashes out, she pushes her elbow back into you, causing you to stumble and fall to the ground. You don’t cry out as white hot pain sears up your hip, the scream held back by panic. You watch as Sarah, having released herself from your grip, lands a blow to Paul’s face. Despite the pain, you push to your feet and put yourself between the two of them before more damage is done. Sarah stands back, the anger dissipating as she watches you put yourself in her path, your hand resting on Paul’s chest to stop his advance. Disappointment replaces her anger as you yell for her to stop like she’s the monster; your words to him being kinder and much softer. Truth of the matter is you can sense his anger and if what she said was true between Paul and your boss, you needed to do whatever it was to stop him from doing that to Sarah. You still weren’t sure he was capable of that, not after seeing how gentle he has been with you, but what if he also gets the feeling to protect and defend you, the same one you experienced earlier? What would it drive him to do? 

“Well,” Sarah starts walking backwards, taking in the scene. Waves of sadness lap at you as tears fall from her eyes. “I guess you’ve made your choice then.” She chokes on the last sentence as she turns to get into her car, the anger completely gone, replaced by emptiness in both of you. The sound of the car sputtering to life wakes you from the trance you entered. Your hand leaves Paul as your feet start to run towards her car. 

“Don’t go,” you whisper, hoping that she would somehow hear. You wipe your own tears off on the back of your hand as you chase her car up the dirt track, knowing she can see you in the mirror. Paul’s concerned shouts drown out in white noise as you continue up the drive long after Sarah is still no longer in view. “Don’t go, not like this” you mumble as the pace slows to a walk, your feet clumsily taking you forward until your senses start to wake back up, reality whooshing back in. The pain at your hip is a reminder of events and the hollowness inside for the mourning of your only friend in this place. You stumble through the pain of your hip, now fully aware of the presence that follows you. The urge to run into his arms is overwhelming as you crave comfort but doubt has started to creep back in, sowing its seed in your mind, so you ignore him for a little longer. 

Eventually he approaches you, after your emotions settle. Allowing him to take you into his arms, you take a deep breath to savour the moment and solidify him in your memory. You’ve had time to think and time is what you need more than anything. 

“I want to go home.” earlier the prospect of leaving Paul hurt more than anything but now you relish in the idea of space as you feel yourself shutting down. Although he doesn’t want to let you go, he knows he can’t smother you. 

“Just don’t shut me out, talk to me.” He strokes your hair as he holds you, hoping his words would reach you deep inside, so you know that you’re not alone. You break from his hold as his words remind you of similar ones from Sarah.

Do I shut people out? I don’t mean to…

Briefly do you look into his eyes, the only feature to give away the pain he’s currently in, watching you go through this. Once again feeling sad you turn and head back down the track towards the cabin. 

“Have I lost you?” his question cuts deeper than a knife, dissolving the last piece of your stability. “Tell me I haven’t lost you” his voice breaks as he pleads for an answer. It hurts you even more to hear him like this, you want to comfort him and tell him everything is okay but you can’t find it in you to do that. 

“You’ll never lose me” you whisper as you put distance between the both of you. Despite it being almost inaudible, you feel certain he’s heard or senses it as his footfalls start to follow you once again. The words you whispered running over your mind in a constant loop. Seemingly you’ve made a choice this day; no matter what, you’re here for the long run. The idea of losing Paul, the hurt involved with that, outweighs everything else. The thought alone is almost enough to send you to the floor in a hysterical fit of hyperventilating and panic. He’ll never lose you. 

Not that I have much choice in the matter.

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Do you feel the same? (Part 1) - Brandon Carver x Reader

Carver and Reader have been in a long term friends with benefits arrangement and everything seems perfect to reader, but unknowingly Brandon Carver has had feelings for her since the beginning, but Reader is closed off and never wants to feel vulnerable due to all the loss she has felt. Can they find a middle ground or will everything crumble to pieces?

Warnings- Smut, Fwb, sex lol, im bad at warnings and that's a label on its own, unprotected sex, slight angst

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Carver’s eyes were locked on you as you fiddled with the small heart necklace you wore, one that belonged to your best friend some time ago. You had no idea about Carver’s constant lingering eyes, not a hint that this wasn’t something new.

You distracted yourself from everything you felt all the time, you had never let your walls down since the day your best friend had passed away in your arms. She was so young, she handled this world like no other. You had always been scared of this world, fear of the walkers and even more towards the evil people that also walked this earth.

But she never was, she was smart and took care of the both of you… always. It was a case of bad luck when she died, a cruel joke almost. But you didn’t like to think of it much, instead you changed, and in your eyes for the better.

The both of you had felt a lot of loss since the world fell, many people you cared about lost their lives and when she died, you didn’t want to feel it anymore. You stopped letting people in since there was a high chance they wouldn’t make it anyways, so the tears stopped rolling, and the feelings stayed away.

But Carver took a real liking to you, not that you had any idea of that since he knew how you were, so the little ordeal you two had was good enough for him until he could get you to open up, if he could.

“You alright?” he asked from across the dull empty cabin. You two had gone on a run to find out if there was anything in a small store Pope had set his eyes on. It was about a two-day trip so Carver and you volunteered to go looking, and were currently trying to get some rest.

You gave him a small nod, “I’m fine.” Your eyes met his after a few seconds of silence and gave him a little smile, “Happy we have some time alone finally.” You giggled, biting your lip lightly. You and Carver were what is called friends with benefits and in your eyes it worked out good for the both of you, but in Carvers eyes he wanted more, but you didn’t know that.

He chuckled and leaned back against the wall, “Come.” You lifted yourself from your corner of the cabin and crawled over to where he was, the lust in his eyes starting to drive you wild. You liked that Carver was happy with what you guys were, you didn’t want anything that could leave you vulnerable, you wanted simple, easy. 

You crawled into his lap and started kissing his neck while running your hand up his strong, hard chest underneath his shirt. He groaned and gripped your ass with his one hand and holding your thigh tightly with the other, showing his need for your body just as much as you needed his.

With your free hand you slipped under his pants and started running his rock-hard length over his briefs, enjoying the small groans and breathy moans coming from his mouth. “Did you miss this?” you giggled against his skin.

The two of you hadn’t had a moment to unravel like this in weeks, and you had started getting agitated with the lack of release until you both were able to volunteer for this run, and both of you were so excited to say the least. You both tried to keep your relationship on the down low so it didn’t effect anything in your life.

“Fuck… you have no idea.” And you really didn’t have any idea how much he missed it, and if it was up to him, he would be by your side all the time, not caring who knew about the two of you. But Carver knew if he pushed you too far or said the wrong words about how he felt about you that you would end things all together, and he’d lose these little moments he had with you, and he wasn’t ready for that.

His hands roamed up and quickly removed your black long sleeve as well as your sports bra next until you were bare from the waist up in his lap, and he loved your body. His mouth connected with the skin of your chest and he left soft kisses all over until his lips met your hard nipples, taking the sensitive bud in his mouth and swirling his tongue around causing moans to escape your lips.

Your fingers tangled in his long hair as you leaned your chin on the top of his head, taking in all the amazing feelings he caused, his other hand palming your breast softly and lightly playing with your other nipple.

The lack of touch the past few weeks seemed to make you more sensitive, making his movements very enjoyable. “Carver,” you breathed, “I need you, right now.” You looked down at him and his eyes met yours, and you saw an emotion you couldn’t pin.

But he quickly flipped you over and laid you on his jacket and pulled your black cargo pants from your body, exposing your dripping core to him. “Fuck…” he moaned, running his finger over your slit and taking your arousal between his lips, something that drove you insane.

Your hands reached up and quickly pulled his dark grey cargo pants down along with his briefs, releasing his hard erection, his size getting you excited, especially since you hadn’t had him In so long. He looked hypnotized by your fully naked body before him, so you reached for him and pulled him down, connecting your lips together instantly.

Carver reached between your legs and positioned himself at your soaking entrance and roughly pushed himself fully inside you, the unexpected intrusion causing a load moan to escape, in which he covered your mouth to keep you quiet, which turned you on even more.

He roughly thrusted into you causing you to moan into his hand, and him to groan with every push, “F-fuck, (y/n)” he breathed, leaning his forehead on yours. The feeling of him entering you was ecstasy, it made you feral. You gripped his band and drug your nails down his back roughly, knowing just what he likes.

His other hand held your body closer to him by the small of your back. He was almost fully pulling himself out of you before roughly thrusting back inside, but you could tell by his movements he was getting close, but so were you. The time spent away clearly affected the both of you, making it hard to not cum fast.

He lifted you and sat you on his thighs as you both sat up, him entering you at a different angle making it even harder not to cum that second. You were face to face with him now and his hands both held you from your back. Carvers lips found yours as you both moaned into one another’s mouths, taking in all the amazing feelings you both made each other feel. 

“Cum on my dick.” He demanded, gripping your ass as he continuously pounded into you. That was enough to kickstart your strong orgasm, sending waves throughout your whole body, in which causing Carvers. He quickly rested you back on his jacket and after you rode out your extremely strong orgasm he pulled out and came all over your sweaty body.

“Holy fuck.” He chuckled, “That was…”

“Amazing.” You giggled, “Never not having sex for that long again.” You reached over and grabbed your extra shirt you packed and started cleaning your stomach off.

“I’m surprised no dead ones heard you.” He smirked, grabbing the shirt and cleaning himself off as well. You both dressed yourselves and you set up your sleeping bag on the other side of the cabin, “I’ve got first watch.” He said, leaning back against the wall.

You turned to him, “Are you sure? You had first last time.” You knew he was tired, but he wouldn’t say it to you.

“Yeah, I got it.” He gave you a small smile. You gave him a small ok before curling up in the thin sleeping bag and closing your eyes.

Carver watched you as you slept, wishing you had set your sleeping bag up closer to his but he knew that’s who you were, you liked your space until you wanted him, it was one or the other and over the year of you two just having sex, he couldn’t control himself anymore, he needed more, he wanted you fully, the good and the bad, he wanted all of you.

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You woke up to it being completely light out, and the confusion hit you instantly. You were suppose to be up and on watch before the sun was up, did Carver fall asleep? You turned around to see him leaning against the wall while looking out the window. “How come you didn’t wake me?” you asked

He turned his head slightly towards you, “I know how tired you were, just wanted you to get as much sleep as you could.” He said before turning back to look out the window again.

“Oh…” you rubbed your eyes lightly, “Thank you, there’s still time for you to get some sleep, ill watch.” You yawned, standing up and walking beside him to see what was outside the window. You could see a small pond a few yards away neither of you saw yesterday since you had arrived while it was dark. “Pretty.” You smiled, taking in the sun reflecting off the water.

You could feel him look down at you. You turned your gaze to him and he did something unexpected, he kissed you. you were shocked, there was never kissing outside of sex, except one time when you both had just started this friends with benefits relationship and you let him know that it would only ever be sex, so it never happened again.

“Carv-“ you started but he stopped you by deepening the kiss further and gripping the back of your neck with his large hand to stop you from pulling away. “Car-“ you tried again, feeling uncertain with what was happening. He slipped his tongue past your lips and started exploring your mouth, to which you started to give into his advance.

His other hand slipped around your back and held you even closer. “I want more.” He breathed against your lips, “I need more…”

You stopped all your feelings from taking over, you vowed you’d never be vulnerable again, you wouldn’t grieve over anyone, you’d never cry for anyone, you would never be anyone’s… “No.” you sighed, “We aren’t-“ you swallowed, “We won’t be more, we can’t.” your eyes met his and you held all composure, you were going to survive, he wouldn’t, you couldn’t care for him because you were going to lose him, everyone dies but you, so you couldn’t have him close.

“(Y/n)…” he swallowed, “I know you, I know you more than you think… you closed off everyone but I have been watching you since I met you, I know you and I know you are scared you’ll lose me, but you won’t.” 

Your brows knitted as you tried to push him away, “You don’t know anything about me, Carver.” You spat, “clearly you cant be who I need you to be and that’s fine, but just means we are done.” 

He grimaced, clearly hurt by your words but you couldn’t let yourself care, you knew that would be the start of the end. He went to say something but stopped, and then his expression went blank. “We should head out.” He sighed, lifting his bag off the floor, “I’ll wait outside.”

You couldn’t believe what happened, how everything turned so bad so fast, but you composed yourself and started packing your things.