#randomwriting

[greengableswriting]

Write a Story Inspired by a Song

Go to your music playlist, and pick a song randomly. 

Write a story or story snippet that either includes the song title or is based on it.

I’d love to see what you come up with! 

[maestroeternal]

I try to make Tuesday’s the days where I spent some time, even if it’s just a little time, writing. Some of you may already know this but I started a random writing blog about a year ago and have been keeping up with it as a fun creative project for myself ever since. It’s been a cathartic experience for me since I’ve always loved writing. And I’m a pretty broody artist as well who needs an outlet for a lot of my thoughts that sometimes isn’t just musical. So it’s been really good for me in this since too! Haha. The blog is just tons of dark, thought-provoking type prose, poems, haiku’s, random thoughts, etc. Lol. I have a goal of publishing a short collection of my haiku’s sometime this year once I write enough to make a little chapbook or something similar. We’ll see what happens. Lol. Anyways, this isn’t a promo for it by any means. Just kind of talking about how some of my Tuesday has been going and even though I’ve had a long week already and I’ve had a lot going on other than this today, it’s really nice whenever I can stick to my own goals and make things happen 🙌 I do have my blog linked in my bio under “writing blog” so if any of you feel like checking it out, feel free! I just posted a new poem today ✌️💻✨ . . . . . . . . . . . . #musiciansofinstagram #wordpress #analogvibes #wordpressblogger #wordpressblog #keyboard #studiovibes #atx #atxartist #musicstudio #synthesizer #inthestudio #tuesdaythoughts #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #moogdfam #artistlife #randomwriting #cinematicsynthwave #maestroeternal #electronicmusic #synthjam #poetsofinstagram #poetrylovers #composersofinstagram #composerlife #electronicmusician #audioengineer #synthvibes (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnP0ncZvvGP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[randomartistlmao]

"That's why I got my motto." Vivian just stared blankly at the clouds.

"Nothin' good really lasts."

Pepper sighed. She never was good at comforting people. But that doesn't mean she shouldn't at least try.

"Well, I think it comes in cycles."

Vivian looked back at her. "How so?"

"I mean. We met, right? You leaving must've been shitty, but we couldn't have met unless you did. Means sometimes it gets better, right?"

Vivian snickered a little. Pepper didn't understand what was so funny.

"Yeah. Thats true." Vivian gently put her arm over Pepper's shoulder. She leaned in without resistance.

They just watched the sun fade.

*Oh. She's never done this before. Maybe I should say something,* Pepper thought.

*I usually don't let people touch me. But for some reason...

I don't mind when its her.*

Pepper's tears fell onto the photograph. "Pepper! Pepper? You good?" Nateyo began yelling from downstairs. She realized she's been in bed for a lot longer than she thought.

Maybe she was right.

[fhdjsjmz]

Sunsets and past

Sunsets and past

I looked over the ocean as the sea waved goodbye to the shore and went to meet the sky.

Horizon; where the sky meets the sun but where was our horizon? You were the sky and I was the sea but there wasn’t a horizon in sight. 

The sun found its way down to meet the sea, pulled down by guilt; drowning. The sun was so in love with the sea that the drowning was pleasant, it was beauty. Well, in love even the mightiest beings do anything to be with who they want whether it being drowning or falling.

I looked and yet again thinking if you so dearly loved me why would you not do anything to forgive me? If the sun can drown to meet the sea why can’t you overlooked some of my flaws? If you were so in love as you claimed to be why did you just let go of me? Why did you not forgive me.

A tear rolled down my cheek and fell on the sand which was thirsty for love. It was dry, wanting to be soaked by the love of the sea. But the water that the sea provided was only enough to satisfy the shore not the wide stretches of sand. Maybe the sea tried to reach all of the sand but couldn’t because it’s true love was always the sky.

Maybe I was just the sand to your sea while you waited for your sky. 

Sand and sky were both infinite. They cant be measured but they can be felt. But yet the sea chose the sky this time. 

Drowning sun,

Thirsty sand.

Both abandoned by the sea

Who was in love with the sky. 

[rnacreative]

The rain pelts swiftly against the window. She remembers where she was a year ago. As if the sky has opened up to mourn the past with her.

The end of a relationship. The end of a different time.

She knows it was for the best, but she can always recognize how much work it was to get to where she is.

She turned 30 only to have it ruined after the most relaxing vacation and time away. Sinking into herself, her 30s were already off to a great start. The rain knows those tears shed.

Work and being harassed by an ex, what else to add?

A new diagnosis and struggle with mental health.

There is always something about this time of year that leads to such introspection.

Breakups, moves, drama, car issues, her thrice removed ex for being suicidal and staying on suicide watch, or stuck living in a fake family who thrived on secrets. The list grows with each passing year, but as the list grows, so does she.

No matter the journey or drama, she somehow pulls herself from the rubble, finding a path forward. It's a feat of wonder that leaves her to believe she can do anything she sets her mind to.

The path forward is one of dreams she hopes to give herself. As life hasn't been easy, and while she's empathetic, she's consciously aware.

Just what awaits her past the rainy gray skies? Will it get better or continue to be a rollercoaster?

The rain knows.

[randomwriting-misc]

Endangered | Chapter Five

Paul Lahote x OFC

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, "Anna", moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

The bonfire is already going strong when we make our way over. Logs and tree stumps and rocks have all been moved around the pit in a circle, as well as chairs brought by some. There is a table set up with food everyone brought. I really appreciated Paul bringing me to these community events. It made me feel less like the outsider Sam once told me I was, and closer to the whole pack. Some of the Elders give us knowing nods. Word of Paul's imprinting traveled fast in the small group who knew the truth, which includes Billy Black, who was staring at me from where he sat around the bonfire. When he catches my eye, he waves me over.  

“Hi Billy,” I say with a smile sitting on the tree next to him.

“Anna,” he says and then gives Paul a nod, “Paul, could you go grab us something to drink?”

Paul hesitates but agrees after I nod at him. As he’s walking away, I look up at Billy.

“So, am I right to assume you’re the reason Charlie is asking about Paul?” I question with a smile. Billy throws his hands up in surrender.  

“Me? I would never?” He smiles.

I laugh and roll my eyes.  

“Is Jacob here?” I ask looking around.

Billy frowns, “Yes, but only because I made him, I believe he is helping Sue Clearwater with carrying some food.” He pauses, “Is everything okay with him?” I sigh deeply.

“He doesn’t like Paul, or Sam really. He thinks they are in a gang. I told him today that I was hanging out with him.”

It’s Billy’s turn to roll his eyes.  

“He’ll get over it one day, I’m sorry he’s making things difficult for you.”

I shrug, “There’s not much I can do. I love Jake, I really do, but it’s physically painful to be away from Paul. Both of us would be weaker if we stayed away.”  

He nods knowingly, “I understand Anna, I do not and would not blame you for anything between you and Jake. It’ll take time, but things will resolve themselves.”

I smile at Billy, and we make small talk until Paul comes back carrying two drinks in hand. He hands them each to us as Jacob appears in view.  

Jacob scowls at me and turns to walk away from us again and my heart breaks a little. Paul sits next to me and wraps an arm around my waist.  

“It’ll be okay,” he whispers in my ear, “I can talk to him? His misconceptions about me doesn't mean he can be rude to you.”

I shake my head, “No, I think that would make it worse, but I appreciate it, love.”

The pet name falls off my tongue with ease, and it’s not until after that that I realize what I’ve said. I straighten and look away from him so he can’t see me freak out, but of course, he knows. Paul laughs and kisses my temple again.  

“Very cute,” he whispers. I slink off the log onto the sand to avoid him looking at how flushed I am, but Paul just moves so I am in between his legs and moves down to the ground, picking me up slightly to move me forward. My back is leaning against his chest and his arms are around my waist.  

“You know it’s really not fair that you can just pick me up and move me wherever.”

“It’s very fair,” He smirks, “how else would I get to hold on to you like this.” I roll my eyes at him and settle into his arms. This is the first Reservation wide event Paul and I have been to together, usually just attending council meetings between the Elders and the Pack. I can see that all eyes are on us. Paul had told me about his reputation and his temper. Jared made sure to let me know that Paul became a lovesick puppy around me, pun intended, and it was weird to see him be so calm and caring.  

It seems a lot of people shared that opinion. While many of the younger girls glared openly, most stared on with a surprising curiosity. The Council Members smiled at us tenderly.

Paul is playing with my hair, pulling the curls gently and watching them spring back when Emily sits down next to me. I gasp in excitement and hug her, yelling her name. She laughs and hugs me back. Paul whines as Emily pulls me away from him  

“I missed you,” I say pouting.  

“I missed you too,” she says leaning in, “You know, we could just ditch the boys and run off together.” She says quietly with a wink. I throw my head back in a laugh. Emily Young was not so secretly, my favorite member of our little pack, and we often joked about us being the ones truly in love.  

Paul wraps his arms around my waist, “You both would miss us too much.”  

I scoff and push him away lightly, “As if.”

Emily laughs and we begin to catch up.

The night is lovely. Sam and Jared join us shortly after Emily, and I feel like things are finally okay. Times like this make me feel like I could be happy, that I can be a part of a family, even if I will always miss my parents. Time flies with them because, after two hours and some food, I barely register the stares, except for one.

Sadness twinges at my heart as I catch sight of Jacob again, he’s been staring at us for a while now, and Paul nudges my shoulder with his chin.

“Do you want to try to talk to him?” He whispers. I give him a doubtful look.

“I don’t know. I don’t want you to get mad.” He raises his eyebrows.

“I can handle myself, Anna, He’s your friend,” he says, “I’ll be here.”

I push myself off the ground, Paul helping me. I give him a small smile and tell the others I’ll be right back. Sam, who had warmed up to me after a week or two, gives a questioning look to Paul. As I walk away, I hear Paul give a short explanation, and Sam's eyes flash towards Jacob.

Jacob is sitting by himself away from the fire. He doesn’t walk away when he sees me.

I pull my sweater tight around me.

“Hey,” I say gently. He doesn’t answer.

“Can I sit?”

No reply again, but he does move over a bit. Sitting down, I exhale in defeat, unsure of what to say.

“So,” he begins, venom in his voice, “What are you, like their groupie now?” I flinch at his words, and across the way, I see the boy’s tense. Damn their hearing.

“Jake don't talk to me like that. Let me explain.” I say, voice still quiet. I continue before he makes another snarky comment.

“Paul and I… we’re together, kind of. He’s not the person you claim to hate so much.”

“How would you know Anna? You’ve been here for a few months, and suddenly you know everyone better than I do? I’ve known him since childhood. He’s aggressive.”

“Honestly, I’ve never really seen this famous temper everyone keeps mentioning.”

“That doesn’t mean you won’t, he’ll just blow up on you one day, and you’ll get hurt.”

“I really doubt that Jake.”

“Don’t be stupid Anna,” Jake says getting up and walking away. Paul watches him, ready to get up.

Don’t, I voice to his mind, I got it, please.

He’s unhappy about it but settles back down, whispering to Sam.

I follow Jake to the parking lot.

“Jacob!” I shout.

“Forget it, Anna, go run back to your little cult!” he yells.

“Why are you doing this? It’s not like this has to be an ultimatum. What, because I like hanging out with someone other than you, I can’t be your friend?”

“I don’t really want to be friends with someone like you right now.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means I told you how they acted, and you didn’t care.”

“I really don’t understand this reaction, Jake, you’re acting like I’ve committed some kind of Shakespearean betrayal,” I’m struggling to catch up with him at this point.

“Jake, don’t act like this is some choice I have to make.” I plead.

Jake turns around, and I almost walk right into him.

“It’s not a choice, you’ve already chosen. I just never expected you fall at their feet like a whore.”

His words slice through me, and I step back. In that instant, Paul appears behind me. I can sense his anger, and how hard he is trying to hold back. His hands are on my shoulders, and I press my back against him, trying to ground him and calm him down.

“Walk away Black,” he sees through barred teeth.

“Yeah, of course, come to save the day again Lahote? Pretend you’re some kind of hero?” Jacob is yelling louder now, gaining the attention of onlookers.

Sam steps in front of Paul and me, hands up.

“Jacob, take a step back.”

Jacob is shaking with anger, a sign that his change is closer than we think.

“Paul, take Anna home, please,” Sam says. I shoot him an apology via a mind link, but he dismisses it telling me it’s not my fault.

I grab Paul’s hand and coax him away, heading back to his truck, Emily is there with my truck.

“Sorry to kill the mood,” I mumble but Emily shushes me.

“Don’t worry about it, hun. I’m sorry about your friend. I’ll see you soon, yeah?” She kisses me on the cheek and walks back to the bonfire.

Paul is still silent beside me, taking deep breaths. I wrap my arms around him, but he doesn’t hug me back. Frowning, I look up at him.

“Are you all right?” I say in a hushed tone. He finally looks down and sighs, arms finally moving around me.

“I should be asking you that.”

“I’m fine, more angry than sad, but I’m sure I will be later. He sucks.” Paul nods and lets me go to open the passenger door.

“He crossed a line,” Paul adds tensely. I nod my head and climb into the seat. He shuts the door gently and walks around.

Paul’s emotions are more decipherable now. Anger, frustration, worry, and guilt. He starts to drive; the silence is deafening.

“I hope you know he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. About you,” I assert. Paul’s grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“He isn’t wrong about me.”

“Yes, he is.” I stand firm.

“Anna, I am constantly afraid of hurting you, the fact that other people also think that? I can’t even…” he trails off.

“Any type of strong emotion can set off the change Paul, just because you happened to be angry at the time and can feel intensely, doesn’t make you a monster. I literally have a connection to your emotions. If I had any worry about you, don’t you think I would voice that? I have never been concerned about you hurting me or getting angry with me.”

Paul doesn’t answer, but I don’t press on, letting him digest my words.

It’s almost 9:30 when we pull into the driveway and Paul is hopping out to open my door. Before getting out, I turn to face him and pull him close, placing my hands on either side of his face.

“Promise me you won’t beat yourself up over what Jacob said.”

His face softens as he looks into my eyes, making me melt all over again. He nods and rests his forehead against mine.

“Jacob will get over himself. Hopefully, before he changes, but even then, he’ll understand,” His voice is quiet, “I’m sorry he said those things to you.”

I shrug noncommittedly.

“He’s right though, it’s not a choice. It’s you.”

A surge of bliss hits me from him, and I smile.

“Of course it’s you, Paul.”

His hand finds its way to the base of my neck, the other slightly caressing my cheek.

“Tell me to stop if you want me to,” he says breathily.

“Not a chance,” I whisper back.

Yearning flashes in his eyes as he leans in to kiss me, gently at first, just barely brushing his lips against mine. His lips are soft and warm, contrasting with how cold mine are from the weather, and I feel like electricity is coursing through my body. I sigh into him and pull him closer, his chest pressing against me. Warmth pooled in my stomach as he deepens the kiss, tilting my head back slightly. My hands slide up into his hair, desperate for more, but he breaks away. I whimper from the loss of him.

He kisses my cheeks, and nose before pulling away completely.

“Charlie’s about to walk outside,” he murmurs, “I still want to be on his good side for now.”

Right on cue, Charlie exits the front door, feigning casualty as he walks to his car. I wave at him.

“Be inside in a second!” I shout, “Stop being nosy! Love you!”

With a hrmph, he walks back inside and Paul chuckles beside me.

I give him an amused look, before finally climbing down from my seat.

“Thank you.”

Paul winks at me and walks me up to the door.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight. I liked having you by my side.”

“I did too, despite Jacob’s tantrum. We should do stuff like that more.” I hint.

“Hm, what a thought.” He says, portraying innocence. I playfully drop his hand in response, but he catches my waist and kisses me lightly one more time.

“Goodnight, Anna.” He hums.

My head is spinning and my cheeks are flushed.

“Goodnight Paul,” I squeak back.

Read Chapter Six Here

[beautifulthenher]

This night would've been much better with you.❤️✨

[randomlifeunit]

Whumptober 2022 Masterpost

No. 1: A Little Out of the Ordinary: Whump fic & art

No. 3: Hair’s Breadth From Death: (TW for suicidal theme) Digital art & writing

No. 10: Poor Unfortunate Souls: Digital art

No. 24: Fight, Flight, or Freeze: Digital art

No. 26/27 No One Left Behind/Pushed to The Limit: Digital art

[yueldn3]

You find yourself sobbing. Crying your emotions out. Your thoughts racing in your head like always worrying about them. Meanwhile, Idia, watches your pain your suffering of these emotions. He has always been watching you. He’s seen your most private moments were you cry to yourself about someone he believes doesn’t deserve you at all.

He curses to himself when he sees you cry over some guy again that’s not worthy of your affection. Although Idia can’t speak since he’s never actually spoken to you at all. All he does is watch you and fawn over you and how perfect you are. He dreams of being able to talk to you or just to at least see your warm and calming smile in person not behind a screen. He envies your friends; How they can freely see your smiles up close. They can hold you when your down or be with you up close. Everything he wishes to do but he’s too fearful to do so. He’s getting tired of it really. He wants to do the same as them, he wants to hold you he wants to touch you he wants to tell you everything will be alright. But Idia can’t do that. He’s afraid.

Idia’s fears will be his undoing. They’re the very reason why he’s causing himself this pain. The fear of saying the wrong things and wrong thoughts. Over calculating everything and overthinking situations. All he can do is stare at the picture of you smiling that he’s saved.

As he silently cries himself to the land of dreams. Where he can caress your warm face with a tearful smile. What sweet dreams those are.

[ao3feed-johnlock]

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zkDg4NE

by Randomwriter_hi

Sherlock loves John but does he know that? Does he even know what love is? Does John love him back? Are they gay for each other? They should be...

Words: 3210, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: John Watson, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), (martin freeman), Sherlock Holmes, (benedict cumberbatch), Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes

Relationships: Johnlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson

Additional Tags: its gay, Fluff, smut?, Johnlock is canon, John and Sherlock - Freeform, Sherlock is mentally unstable, Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings, John is bi, John Watson is a Good Friend, haha - Freeform, im dead, i think, this, Author Is Sleep Deprived, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, i think you might cry, I will, Im emotionally andmentally unstable

April 09, 2023 at 06:30PM

[pansyelisep]

a letter to Elise

"Oh Elise, it doesn't matter what you do, I know I'll never get inside of you to make your eyes catch fire the way they should"

So little is known of Pansy Parkinson, he dreams, her vision, her philosophies, her passions; born into a so-called "pureblood" family, her loyalty to the Slytherin Prince Draco Malfoy and so on, of course, she was aware of how much she was disliked by the other students, was she proud of the reasons? Well into a retrospective into her teenage years, of course, she was, looking forward to fitting in with the stereotypes her family and society had on her...and of course to get Draco's attention.

Now into adulthood, into maturity, into the selfless idea to fit, to mend things, she wasn't proud of what she had done. The reproducing thoughts of the so-well-called purity of blood, just made her ill "How could I still follow that Mama?" Pansy asked her mother holding her tears and looking at her green eyes "Elise... it is the way it should be, look at yourself dearest" Mrs Parkinson reached her daughter holding her face with her hands whipping away the tears that fell off her face "You are the daughter and heiress of a great wizard, who as many others fought to give his family recognition and a place among the greatest wizarding families; my darling one, you shouldn't be ashamed of what you are or what you have become, let's put it this way, it is in your blood" Pansy could only feel her body shaking as her mother spoke, she knew deep down it wasn't right, the trauma of seeing bodies all over Hogwarts just stalked her at nights. The emotions were too hard to explain, was it anger? fear? anxiety? sadness? "I know, what Papa did...but I was ruthless mamma, lied, hurt but whatever for? I am hated, taken for granted as the bully, as the typical Slytherin, elitist and the list goes on" Pansy cried "I am not asking for you to change, but to understand what I did was not right!" the youngest Parkinson screamed and put away her mother's hands "I can't live with it, everything that /they/ fought for made me see the reality, it is ludicrous to still hold on into that state of mind Mama" Mrs Parkinson just sat back into her chaise and sighed "What happened to my little girl? All that non-sense war had changed you, I have lost my only daughter." The senior Parkinson said as she looked away from her daughter's eyes.

"I'm sorry mother, I am getting a divorce and leaving as soon as possible to Scotland, I have nothing to do here if your decision is final " Pansy replied "Draco nor I want this absurd marriage, I am taking over my life and moving on from this" she sighed standing up and closing the door behind her putting all her hopes, memories and dreams into her suitcase and close to her heart, in the end, she knew it was right, to leave all behind and forgive herself. High hopes for her future relationship with her mother, for her to understand the greatness of her only daughter without a marriage, a bright witch that could move forward into her career.

[greengableswriting]

Random Writing Prompts

Just some random writing prompts! I love how one idea can lead to the next, to the next-into a whole new story. Try it! Pick a prompt and see where it takes you!

1. A highschool is really an entrance into a different world. 

2. An airplane takes off, and after 45 minutes, no one hears from it again and there’s no trace of it anywhere.

3.A creature of the dark realizes there’s nowhere to hide. 

4.A loving relationship in a world where no one knows what love is. 

5.Fairies became extinct a century ago. The only evidence they were ever alive are the tales and stories. Right?

[confusedthinker-noeul]

The art of .........

People say I am funny, but I make lame jokes around you, hoping you would notice. Forget being cool, I would rather have you smile at me than you not knowing me at all. May be you, just like in a rom-com, will remember the short girl with cropped hair from the party who was a little weird.

Next time, I run into you "accidentally", I will pretend not to know you. You will walk away, may be a little surprised, but not caring anyway. The very next time, I will smile at you widely as if I have known you for ages and you confused will get away with a shy smile. Then on a random day, I will start following you on Instagram( PS: not at all planned), and you will follow me back just because you have seen me , then we will go back and forth liking each other's stories, and slowly , very slowly slide into each other's DM's.

We will talk for days, on and off , tell about things you like about things and end up with a 'you are so different from all others I have met' phase, where we each pretend to be flattered, may be a little so, but still knowing you would have said that to a dozen people because people would obviously be different. We will play this push and pull game, weighing down pro's and con's , and finally falling out of whatever feelings we had initially, with me- finding excuses on how we don't gel well with the each other.

We will still talk on days, may be with a little of something left in our hearts, may be just in yours or mine and decide to stay where we are now and not go any further, silently.

See..Our story would neither have a happy or sad ending, ha ...may be not even an ending. But it is safe, knowing there would be no broken hearts or may be there is.

(to be continued)

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[roadtotaste]

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[rnacreative]

She sat on the balcony railing, looking off into the distance in the pale moonlight. The moon was illuminating the trees and city lights in the distance. Quietness.

Silence.

There was something missing, or someone rather. A missing warmth, a touch.

"Why are you out here alone?" A voice asks, one she dreamed up.

"I'm always alone. But it's not such a bad thing. The night is beautiful like this," she muses quietly, aloud to herself, looking up toward the stars above.

"Indeed, she is," the voice, getting closer now.

"Why are you here?" She asks, humoring herself.

"To keep you company, of course."

She smiles before frowning. She couldn't do this again.

"You're not even real," she sighs, the heartache settling in deep, an ache she'll always cling to. It somehow reminds her that she's still alive. Still experiencing enough to create something from nothing.

"I can be as real as you want me to be," the voice claims.

"You're another story in my head..."

The voice is right behind her now.

"It doesn't have to be," it whispers.

A small smile begins to form, and she says nothing else. Basking in the moonlight, it's minutes later when she turns around.

Reality sets in at the darkness behind her and no one is there.

"See," she whispers to herself, turning around, "In my head... It's only me here. You'll always be another story to write."

The daydreaming part of her begged to differ, that inner romantic.

Does it have to be another story?

[randomwriting-misc]

Endangered | Chapter Four

Paul Lahote x OFC

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, "Anna", moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

Over the last few weeks, most of my time was devoted to being on the Res in some way. Either at Emily’s with Paul and the pack or with Jacob, who was starting to question where I was running off to half the time. I am lying in bed, reading when I hear my phone go off.

Paul - Morning sunshine, there’s a bonfire tonight. Would you like to join? I haven’t seen you in a while. ☹  

I smile at Paul’s term of endearment before answering.  

Me- You saw me on Friday silly. Will Jacob be there? I haven’t told him we are hanging out yet, and he doesn’t know about you or me. I don’t know what to say.

Paul- Just tell him we are dating.

Me- Is this your way of asking me out? It might need some workshopping.  

Paul- Haha, no, it’s not. It’s just the easiest explanation for now. With how touchy you are, it’s sure to raise a few eyebrows.

Me- Me? Touchy? Okay Mr. Can’t-let-me-walk-without-holding-on-to-me.  

Paul - You’re clumsy, what can I say.  

Me- I fell ONCE.  

Paul - Yes, and almost fell down a whole cliff.  

Me - It was a hill.  

Paul - Mhm, sure.  

Me- Fine, yes, I would like to go. But I have to back early. Bella’s birthday is tomorrow.  

Paul - Got it. I’ll pick you up at 6.

I set my phone down but get another text from him.  

Paul - Oh, Anna? When I ask you out, I promise it’ll be more than just a text.  

I let out a surprisingly girlish squeak before throwing my phone down. Heat rushing to my whole face. He said when, not if.  

I don’t know when I came to the conclusion that I had feelings for fall beyond just a close friendship, maybe I always knew, but he was true to his words the day we first met. He was letting me lead us.  

I text him back before getting out of bed.  

Me- I’m looking forward to that.  

Downstairs, Charlie is eating breakfast that Bella had made. He’s already in uniform, and he hands me a cup of coffee as I sit across from him.  

“Thanks, Uncle Charlie.”  

He smiles, “You’re welcome kid.”  

“Did Bella already head out?” I question and Charlie nods with a sigh.  

“Yes, Edward is apparently taking her hiking. Bella. Hiking.” He can’t hide his eyeroll and I laugh.  

“Young love can do strange things to a person,” I remark and sip my coffee.  

He grimaces when I say young love but shakes it off.  

“Speaking of young love, you’ve been spending a lot of time out in La Push. Any particular reason why?” He’s trying to come off nonchalant but fails extremely to do so. I’m sure someone has said something to him. I choke back a laugh.  

“Yeah actually, I’ve been hanging out with Paul Lahote.”  

“Is that one of the boys who work with Sam Uley?”  

I nod, not knowing exactly what he was told about them. He gives a curt nod.  

“He’s a good kid, you should bring him around sometime.”  

I narrow my eyes at him, sometimes I swear Charlie has a supernatural sense of his own.  

“He’s actually picking me up at 7 to go to a bonfire. Maybe you’ll see him then.”

Standing up to put his empty plate in the sink, he grabs his lunch from the fridge and winks at me.

“Maybe I will. I’m glad to see you making connections here.” He gives my shoulder a squeeze before saying goodbye and heading out the door, the irony of his words lost on him.  

I spend the morning cleaning up around the house and trying to finish my book, but a lot of anxious energy sits inside me.  

Jacob Black was my best friend. He knew the pain of losing a parent when I moved here, and he knew how to handle being around me. Everyone treated me with kid gloves, but Jacob treated me like a normal person. I hated lying to him, and he already knew something was up. I didn’t want to spring Paul on him without warning. I set my book down after re-reading the same page over and over again and texted him.  

Me- Hey Jake, are you going to the bonfire tonight?  

Jacob- Hey! Yeah, I am. No offense, but how do you know about it? It’s a Rez thing.  

Me- Paul Lahote invited me.  

I wait as the minutes go by with no response.  

Me- Jake?  

It’s half an hour before he responds.  

Jacob- Is he who you’ve been spending all your time with?  

Me- I don’t spend all my time with him, Jacob. We started hanging out recently.

Jacob - He’s trouble, Anna.  

Me - He’s really not, I just wanted to be the one to tell you that I’m going with him.  

Jacob - Wow, out of everyone, you were the last person I thought would follow Paul around like a puppy. Just as sad as the others.

Me - Jake, please.  

I don’t get a response after that, and my anxiety skyrockets. My panic attacks had started after my parent’s death but had finally subsided in the past few weeks.

My chest tightens, and I put my head between my knees, practicing box breathing as I feel the walls caving in on me.

In, 2, 3, 4. Hold 2, 3, 4. Out, 2 3, 4.  

I’m cut off by my phone ringing, making me jump. The caller ID says Paul.  

“Hey,” I say. My voice is hoarse.  

“Anna?” He sounds frantic, “Are you okay?”  

Immediately, I’m up and alert.  

“What’s wrong?”

“I… I just felt this intense panic and I knew it was you. Please, Anna, are you okay.”  

“You could feel that?”  

“Anna,” Paul interjects, voice tense.  

“I’m okay, I’m at home,” I provide hurriedly, “I just talked to Jacob, and he didn’t respond very well. I started having a panic attack.”  

He lets out a deep breath.  

“You never told me you had those.” His voice is softer now.

“I hadn’t had anyone since before meeting you, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Can I come see you early? I know it’s only 3 but I don’t feel like I can be away from you after that.”

“Of course. I’ll see you soon?’

“Yeah, I’ll have to drive, so I’ll be there in about 20.”  

We hang up, and I leave a message for Charlie at the station letting him know Paul would be here early.  

I rush to make myself presentable. My hair’s natural curls had become frizzy over the last two days. Cursing, I frantically wet them and try to tame them to an acceptable level. I was already wearing an outfit I deemed presentable enough for a Sunday. Jean shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I tucked in the front and let the shirt hang to show my collar bones.  

I hear Paul’s truck before I see it, and I race down the stairs.  

I open the door before he knocks. He doesn’t even stop as he sweeps me up in a hug. My arms cross at his neck as he lifts me, so we are face-to-face. His arms are around my waist, holding me up.

“Hey there,” I whisper.  

He kisses my temple, an act he’s never done before but fills me with joy.  

“I was so worried about you. I thought you were in danger,” He sets his forehead against mine and closes his eyes.  

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea you feel what I’m feeling.”

He finally sets me down but grabs a hold of my hand as he shuts the door.  

“Until today, I had only been able to get a vague sense of it when we were together.”

I lead him to the couch and push him gently to get him to sit. I go to sit next to him, but he frowns and grabs me again, pulling him onto his lap. Sighing, he lays his head on my shoulder.  

“I’m sorry, I just need to be able to feel you and hear your heartbeat, know that you are safe,” he admits quietly.  

I nod and rest my chin on the top of his head, placing my arms on his shoulders.

“Don’t be sorry, this helps me too.”  

We spend a few minutes surrounded by silence, as he thumbs circles on my waist, and play with his hair. I can feel his emotions calming.  

“Jacob’s mad at me,” I whisper. Paul tenses a bit before raising his head to meet my eyes.

“What did he say to you?”

“Just that you are trouble and that I shouldn’t “follow you around like a puppy” and that I was “just as sad as the others.”

Paul scowls at that.  

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Sam suspects he will eventually change, just like us. His dad is an Elder, so he knows about it all. Jacob just doesn’t understand.”

“I know, but I don’t know what to do. If I wait for him to find out when he changes, he will be so mad.”  

“Anna, he won’t understand now. And it might put you at risk.”

I groan, “I am a bad friend.”  

“No, you’re not. He shouldn’t condemn you just for being around someone he doesn’t particularly like.”  

I fall back onto the couch, my head hitting a pillow, but the rest of me still on Paul.  

“I hate this,” I mumble.  

“I know, beautiful. It’ll be okay.”  

His eyes dance over me, stopping at the spot where my t-shirt had ridden up, showing my stomach. I smirked at the hitch of his breath.  

He cleared his throat with a cough and lightly rubs his fingers over my legs, giving me chills.  

Falling into a comfortable silence, I hand Paul the remote as I grab my book, both of us content with just being with each other, with the stipulation of Paul touching me in some way, but I wouldn’t complain.  

Charlie came home around 5:30, and Paul made sure he was on the other side of the couch when he walked in.  

“Hi Uncle Charlie,” I said cheerily, trying to disperse my nerves.  

Paul stood up, and I was suddenly grateful Paul had at least thrown on a shirt before coming over instead of just his usual cut-offs. Paul had me in height by more than a foot, but even next to Charlie, he towered over him.  

“Sir,” Paul says, holding his hand out, “It’s nice to meet you officially.”  

Charlie shakes his hand and looks at me, raising an eyebrow.  

“Nice to meet you too, Paul. I appreciate the work you and Sam do, helping out the hunting for the animal responsible for the attacks on the Reservation.”

“Of course, it's our pleasure to help.”

Charlie huffs and I smile at him.  

“Will you be out late? It’s a school night.”

I shake my head, “No, I promise. Paul knows it’s Bella’s birthday tomorrow.”

He nods, finding the answer acceptable.  

“Don’t forget, Bella wants you to come over for her birthday dinner at the Cullen’s.”

I can feel Paul’s knee-jerk reaction of anger from across the room.  

“I won’t, Alice already dropped off what I’m supposed to wear. Apparently, my usual attire is “too casual.”  

Charlie nods his head, directing his attention at Paul.  

“I’m happy Anna’s found some good friends around here. Just be safe, okay?”

“Always,” Paul says with a feigned smile. Charlie announces he’s going to go upstairs for a shower. Paul waits for him to be out of earshot before turning to me with a glare.  

“You’re going over to the Cullen’s house.”  

I whine and put a pillow over my face.  

“It’s not a big deal,” I grumble into it, but Paul can hear me anyway. He sits next to me and pulls the pillow away, careful to do it gently.  

“It’s a big enough deal that you didn’t tell me.” He might be a bit angry, but I know he is hurt more than anything.  

“I just found out about it yesterday when Alice stopped by. I know you hate it, but they aren’t unkind to me. It’s not even about me, it’s for Bella. Honestly, they aren’t ever over-friendly with me, just polite. I don’t think they like me very much.”

“I doubt they would try to be friends with you since Sam told them about us.”  

I give him a look, “What do you mean told them about us?”

“He let them know you were under our protection.”  

I throw a pillow at him, but he just catches it.  

“I can protect myself Paul, and, the Cullens haven’t done anything to me.”

“That doesn’t mean they won’t. It’s just really a respect thing Anna, they know better,” he says pushing some hair out of my face and behind my ear.  

“I hope you can feel how annoyed I am at you. That’s not fair.”

He smiles.  

“I can, but I can also feel how much you like it when I touch you.” He winks at me.

I kick him, but he just throws his head back in a laugh.  

“I’m going to go get ready. You,” I point a finger at him, “stay down here until I’m done being mad at you.”

“That’s fine, I’ll just hang out with Charlie.”

“Have fun with that!” I call over my shoulder and climb the stairs.

It doesn't take me long to get ready, it was starting to get cold at night now as September brought us into fall. I pulled on comfortable jeans, fitted at the waist but loose on the legs, with a tight cropped Henley shirt on top. Grabbing a thick knit sweater for later and my high-top Converse, I deemed myself ready.  

Downstairs, Paul seems to be having a pleasant conversation with Charlie. They both look up when I hit the bottom stairs.  

One thing I love about Paul is the way he looks at me. As much as he can be tough and quick-tempered, when he looks at me, his entire demeanor softens, and he always smiles. It’s enough to make a girl swoon.  

“You look lovely,” he says. I blush and thank him before grabbing my bag.  

Charlie bids us good night and we head out, the closer we get to the beach the more nervous I am.

“It’ll be okay Anna,” Paul says, his hand sliding into mine.  

“I don’t want to get into it with him, but I don’t want him to ignore me either.” I frown.

“Well, Emily will be there, and she misses you, so I’m sure your time will be preoccupied. He would be bold to say something in front of her.”

“And in front of you?”

Paul scoffs, “I dare him.”

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