#paul lahote x gn!reader

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40 Weeks

Chapter 1

part 1

I shouldn’t have told her. I knew from the beginning that I should have kept it a secret. Telling my mother that I was pregnant was the biggest mistake of my life. Now here I am, forced to leave my home and move to the small town of Forks, Washington. Forced to leave my little siblings that I raised, forced to leave the city I grew up in, forced to leave my friends and family that I made. Now here I am, going from bus station to bus station, moving through city to city in order to get to Forks.

Forks was a small cold town. Almost always under cloud and always near freezing. It would be a shock to go from my bright sunny California to this icy place. The bus was small and packed. The smell of body odor and weed took over my senses. I didn’t mind the weed, but I definitely couldn't wait to escape the stench of the teen next to me. But after enough time and more than enough stops, I made it to my destination. 

I walked as carefully as I could, making sure that I wouldn’t trip on the frozen ground. I navigated my way through the streets to get to my sweet grandparents house. My new safe haven. I got lost only 3 times before I found the small green cabin. Two cars sat in the driveway, an old blue Ford truck, and a new Subaru. Walking up the steps to the front door I knocked. 

My grandmother opened the door, “Oh sweet pea, you made it okay! You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. Was your bus late?”She said with a warm smile on her face, wrapping me in a hug. 

“No, just got a little lost is all.” I mumbled into her shoulder. I was trapped in her arm and for a moment I felt safe. Only for a moment. 

“Well come in! Welcome home dear.” 

“Thank you,” I said, just wishing for this nightmare to be over. I love my grandparents as much as I love my little siblings. But my little siblings need me more than my grandparents do. They still need me. Yet here I am, living in my grandparents home, while they lived with our druggy parents. While they took care of themselves. While they attempted to survive. 

Walking into the cabin I smelt pumpkin pie and my grandfather’s favorite candles. I walked into the kitchen. 

“Well look who it is, little trouble maker!” My grandfather said, a large smirk on his face. 

“Oh Will don’t be so rude, it’s not her fault she’s having a sweet little miracle!” My grandmother squealed. 

“Oh Love she knows I’m kidding. Come here kiddo give me a hug.” He opened his arms for a hug and I entered them happily. My grandfather was my best friend growing up. He taught me how to provide for myself and subsequently my little siblings. He taught me how to find people that I love and trust. He taught me how to survive, and maybe he could teach me how to live. 

“Don’t worry about me, I'm fine grandma.” I can take it. I thought. I’ve dealt with worse, far worse. 

“Look, let's just get straight to the point,” My grandfather said, not wanting to beat around the bush. 

“Oh let the kid settle in darling, they just got here!” My grandmother said, wanting me to rest. 

“No it’s fine he’s right let's get this over with. I brought my birth certificate and my social security card. So I’m all set. I can get enrolled in the high school this week and get a job too. I’ll pay rent and everything, I don’t want to be a burden-“

My grandmother cut me off, “Oh dear, we already got you enrolled in the high school. You also don’t need a job or to pay rent. You are growing a baby inside you, we would never make you do something like that. And we already got you a doctor appointment with Dr. Cullen.” Grandmother gently grabbed my hand, trying to be as supportive as possible.

“But we do have a few rules, Number 1 don’t stay out past eleven. Number 2, go to school.” Grandpa paused to think,  “That’s about all I got actually.” My grandfather said with a smile on his face. His round red cheeks stretched so his smile lines disappeared. 

I was grateful that I didn’t need a job, I would still get one to make sure I had enough cash for me and the baby. But I was worried about school. I haven’t been to school since middle school. I dropped out before I even finished the 8th grade. 

“Okay, thank you.” I said, letting calmness wash over me. 

“Go upstairs and see your room baby. Get some rest and get cleaned up. You smell like a bus. Tomorrow we will go school shopping and then you will start school Monday.” She finished the conversation before I could respond. I could tell she didn’t want me to argue. Though, I wouldn’t argue, I would do anything to live in a warm house I didn’t have to pay for. 

I left the kitchen and moved upstairs. The room was small but big enough for me and the baby. I wasn’t planning on living here long, just until I turned 18 and had enough money for my own apartment. The decor of the room was beautiful, I could tell my grandmother picked it out. The walls were gray and the accents of the room were sage green. Beautiful I thought.  

And oh, the crib. My grandparents bought me a crib. I couldn’t believe that this was all mine. Ours. It was all ours. I moved to the bathroom, it was in our room and I didnt have to share it. In my old house there was one bathroom and I had to share it with seven different people. So this was a real luxury to me. 

The bathroom was fully stocked with toilet paper along with shampoo and conditioner. They smelt like strawberries, not my favorite but I was more than grateful. 

I undressed, standing in my boxers and sports bra, before turning on the shower. I went into my new bedroom and sifted through my backpack looking for my notebook. I tore out a page and made a list. All the things that I still needed ranging from clothes to hygiene things. I wrote down everything that I would need. I quickly got undressed fully and got into the shower. 

Sunday came far quicker than I could imagine. One minute I was laying my head down to sleep the next I was up and shopping with my grandmother. We had a list of places she wanted to take me. First we went to a small shop in Forks to look for school supplies. I got a backpack, folders, notebooks and pencils. I made sure that I had all the supplies that I would need, then we went to buy me a phone. The phone wasn’t anywhere near new, but it was what I could afford. I didn’t want my grandmother paying for something like that. 

Next we went to a thrift store on the rez.

“This is one of my favorite stores in the area. My friends own it and they like to give me discounts. I just love the fashion too, it’s so beautiful, and don't worry, I’ll make sure to find you good jeans and jackets for school.” My grandmother said with a large smile on her face. Figured she would be more than happy to spend some time with her grandbaby. 

“Thank you for doing this with me grandma, I don’t know what I would do without you.” I mumbled, starting to get tired from all the shopping. I loved shopping but it was an indulgence I could not afford. Still, I was starting to feel drained from all the purchases. 

“Oh you don’t have to thank me! I would do anything for my grandbabies. You should know this. I love you,” She said as we got in the car. I know that she loves me, it's just hard to accept something you have never really had in years. I moved to get into the car and we began driving away. 

The rez wasn’t far from where we were, maybe a 20 minute drive at the max. The trees passed us in a fluid line. I turned my head out the window and gently bounced my knee to the music that was playing. Then I saw it, a ginormous figure running through the trees. It looked like a dog but it was by far the biggest dog I had ever seen. There was no way, no possible way, that this was a dog. Then it disappeared. I decided not to say anything to my grandmother, figuring I was just paranoid over nothing. 

After the brief drive we made it to the shop my grandmother loves. Walking in the shop had a homey feel, full of warm orange lights and simple blue walls to contrast. There were beautiful fairy lights hanging at the entrance and many clothes racks stuffed to the brim with different articles of clothing. 

The clothes were comfy and warm. I tried on different outfits while the owner and my grandmother evaluated them with joy. I mostly got good pairs of jeans with no holes in them (my grandma insisted upon no holes even though I wouldn’t have suggested holes in the first place) and jackets and sweatshirts that were more than warm.

“Is that you Mrs. y/l/n? Oh my goodness it has been so long!” A beautiful tall woman said. She was gorgeous, if she told me to drop dead right now I would. The scar covering half of her face did not take away from the beauty that was this phenomenal creature. “You need to come visit us more often., you know Sam and I would love to have you and your husband for lunch!” 

I looked towards my grandmother, she knew this gorgeous woman?

“Oh I’m sorry that I haven’t visited in so long, love. I have been so busy preparing the room for my grandchild to come stay. Actually, I would like you to meet someone!” My grandmother turned to me with an infectious smile. I looked back at her and towards the new figure. “This is y/n! My grandbaby. Y/N say hello to Emily Uley. Her parents are good friends of mine. She’s not much older than you, you know?” 

I smiled and pulled my hand out of my pocket to give to the woman. “Lovely to meet you Miss Uley. I’m y/n,” I said with as much respect as possible. Emiliy’s phone went off and it caught all of our attention. 

“Oh gosh, okay, sorry to cut this conversation short you two but I need to go home. Sam and his friends got into some trouble in the kitchen and I need to go help. It was so nice to meet you y/n. Have a good day!” She said moving to the front of the store. We waved while she left and a sigh left my lips. 

“You alright dear?” My grandmother asked me, worry evident in her tone.

 “Don’t worry I’m fine! Just breathing is all.” I said, trying to ease her. 

We paid for the clothes and made our way back home. This time I didn’t see a huge dog running through the trees. We pulled up to the front of the house and grabbed the things out of the car. My grandmother made peaceful conversation with me the entire time and asked me all types of questions. “How are you feeling about being back in Forks?” and “Are you excited for school?” even a “Do you have any names for the baby?” 

I answered them politely and with respect. Replying “Forks is nice, just a huge change from Cali.” and “Well, I’m definitely nervous but I’ll just have to study and get a tutor.” along with “Nope. No names for the baby yet. I’m worried it’s a little too early.” 

We hauled the things inside the house and made the trek up to mine and the baby’s room. “Okay well, do you need help unpacking sweet pea?” My grandma said looking exhausted from the day. 

“No, don’t worry about that. I’ve got it covered. I actually think I’m going to unpack and then head down to the beach with some pain and my sketchbook. I wont be out long though.” I said excited to be able to pull out some of my paints that I got for school. Apparently I was in a painting class, according to my grandma, and I would need supplies.

“Well when your done, tell me before you go that your leaving. And take the truck, we actually got it refurbished from Billy Black and his son for you. I hope it runs smoothly.” She said thoughtfully.

She shuffled out of the room while I began to unpack. I took my clothes out of the bags and laid my new backpack down on my bed. I shoved my clothes into a laundry basket and took it downstairs to start some laundry before school. I packed my bag full of notebooks, an accordion folder, and a pencil case. I would be getting all of my school books tomorrow at school. 

Then I started to get ready for leaving the house. I grabbed my old backpack and put my new sketchbook in there with some watercolors and a couple of paintbrushes. I grabbed some of my charcoal and an eraser. With my new phone in one jacket pocket and headphones in the other I slung my backpack over my shoulders and left my room to go find my grandma.

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: ̗̀➛ COUCH. sam uley

sam uley x gn!reader

fluff ! slight angst !

sam uley may not want you as his imprint, but you sure as hell want him

the words had stung from the moment they left his lips.

it was almost like your lungs were filled with water, like you were drowning in shallow water that you couldn't pull yourself out of. nothing could have prepared you for the way the strings in your heart broke.

sam uley had pulled your heart out, placed it between his teeth and tore through it like a pomegranate.

he was panting, his shoulders lifting and dropping in the same pattern that you'd been infatuated with ever since you'd met, shoulders rolled back and eyes shut so tightly someone might have believed he was afraid.

"i see," you cleared your throat and shuffled slightly. "alright, sam, i'll leave."

you didn't give yourself another second to think, turning on your heel and swiftly making your way back towards the parked jeep at the top of the driveway. if he didn't want you here, you wouldn't be here.

staying away from sam was easy, considering he lived on the reserve and you were on the other side of the town. seeing as how he was the alpha of his pack, you knew his boys would follow his orders.

and so you hadn't expected any of them to show up to your door.

rubbing your forehead, you glanced between the two boys sitting on your couch and sipped at your coffee. your house was a mess, seeing as how you hadn't been expecting guests and you were currently sick with the flu.

blowing your nose into a tissue, you walked back into the loungeroom, taking a seat on the single couch and face the two boys. "sorry," you motioned to yourself, "i would have made myself more presentable but, as you can sick-"

"sam's a wreck." you blinked. "he won't sleep and when he does he wakes up, screams a bit and goes back to sleep. he doesn't eat, fuck, he's a husk." jared cameron may not have been a friend to you but he was a friend to same. your sam.

"im not asking you and him to get together and have a kid or anything, just, sleep near him. on the couch even."

you sighed, "even if it did help, he wouldn't let anywhere near him." you pointed out. paul, who'd been mostly silent, smirked and stood up.

"leave it to me, princess."

despite the fact that you did not like being called princess by paul lahote, you found yourself standing outside the small cabin just after a month of avoiding it. you found yourself trapped between the air of the house and the boys, both ushering you towards the house.

pushing open the door, you took note of the couch that had been pushed against the wall, with blankets and pillows draped over it. you knew that on the other side of the wall was sam's bedroom, not that you'd ever been in it.

you and sam had met only recently, and you had just simply been friends until he started getting somewhat handsy, and you didn't mind, you encouraged him.

and then he had told you about werewolves, vampires, the lot. you may have freaked out a bit, but you'd eventually placed your hand on his leg, and told him that it was okay, that you were still there.

he'd looked into your eyes and time had stopped. for you at least, he was the only thing that you could see, behind him blurring into a flurry of colours and sparks, your fingers feeling as though they were threaded with his skin and your feet no longer touching the floor.

then, he'd torn himself away from you and screamed for you to leave. you'd obeyed, and now you were back. and now you stood in the middle of the slightly run down shack, annoyed at the tug on your heart and frustrated with the boys.

putting yourself onto the couch, the boys promised they'd wake you up before sam saw you, and as much as you trusted them, it didn't stop you from staying awake all night.

that was how your nights went, sleeping on a couch in the room beside sam, getting around four hours of sleep and then being shaken awake so paul or jared could drive you to your workplace, promising to pick her up later that night.

you hadn't heard from sam, but the boys had told you he felt better, he was waking up and going on patrols. they said he was gradually getting better, and they thanked you over and over.

you weren't sure how long you'd been keeping up this routine, at least two months, and somehow it had been kept from sam.

in reality, it had not been kept from sam. he knew exactly where you laid at night, if the boys tried to hide your scent they were doing a horrible job. he could smell your perfume, the shampoo you used, he could see the rings you left in his bathroom and the shirt you'd accidently stolen, believing it was your own.

he would never tell you, he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye again. he would continue to sit, lie awake at night and listen to your heart beat, your breathing, even your steps.

he knew he wasn't worthy of you, but he would be selfish.

and when you left in the morning, he would sink into the couch and get a final few minutes or rest for the night.

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For Twilight Prompts, maybe #5, 27 for Paul?

Bruises on my heart - Paul Lahote x GN!Reader

Request from anonymous

TW: Implications of cheating ,, curse words ,,

Summary: Reader starts doubting their relationship with Paul, in which he tries his best to show them they are all he wants and needs in life.

#5 "Why am I always the second best?"

#27 "All I'm asking is you choose me for once, not her"

MASTERLIST ULEY PACK

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Saturday night. Only Paul and y/n knew what that night meant, their 3rd year anniversary. Yet where was he? Y/n had been sat at the dining table for the past 3 hours waiting for him to come home and spend time with them, but now it was 9pm and the dinner was cold, the night was ruined. A quiet sob left their lips as tears escaped the corners of their eyes, they didn't want to cry over something so little but it hurt, it hurt that he didn't care to even call to say he wouldn't be coming home, it hurt that he probably forgot about their anniversary, it hurt they had to go to bed alone that night. Y/n put Paul's dinner in the microwave for him for when he gets home, a post-it note stuck to the glass window so he knows his dinner was inside the small, electronic contraption. They walked upstairs and changed into their pyjamas, taking off their jewellery and any makeup what was still left on their face.

The bed felt bigger than usual, like they had shrunk until they were as small as a baby. The comforter swallowed them into the deep pits of darkness, tiredness soon washing over them. Y/n kept having dreams about Paul cheating on them, their heart yearning for him to come back to them. Morning soon came, the bright sun slipping through the curtains caused y/n to wake up. A yawn escaped their throat, they got up out of bed stretching their body, cringing at the cracks and pops of their joints. Turning around to look at the bed, y/n noticed Paul's side was left untouched. They finally had enough, sick of Paul blowing them off for god know what. Y/n just hoped it wasn't that girl he used to date, she was pretty and funny but she wasn't y/n, she wasn't his imprint. They just hoped the reason he bailed out on them wasn't for her.

Y/n finally made it to the reservation, it wasn't too far from their home roughly 10 minutes away. As soon as they got there, everyone was outside messing around together; some of them in their wolf forms while others were still in their human forms. The first person to notice y/n was Jared Cameron, Sam Uley's beta. He ran over to them and gave them a hug "Hey, where have you been? Everyone has missed you." Jared was like a brother to y/n, a very annoying younger brother. "I've just been busy, J. Have you seen Paul? I need to speak to him." The young wolf pointed towards the garage, where Jacob usually fixes the cars and bikes. Y/n thanked Jared and then they were off to the garage, before they were about to enter, they heard hushed voices talking; the voices belonged to their boyfriend Paul and (his ex and JACOBS SISTER!) Rachel Black. "Baby, hey. Just please give me another chance, we can make this work I promise." Those words broke y/n's heart. Was Paul really about to cheat on them? Without a second thought, y/n ran as far as they could away from the reservation.

Hours had passed since the conversation y/n had eavesdropped on, they didn't know how to react about what they heard. Y/n was sat in the bedroom when they heard the front door open and close, usually the noise would make their heart flutter and make them feel all giddy, but now they didn't care; all they wanted was to cry and scream. The bedroom door opened, the sight of Paul made their heart flip, he was so handsome. This stupid imprint shit always got in the way. "Hey, doll. I'm sorry I missed our anniversary dinner yesterday, something came up at the reservation." He went in for a kiss but y/n moved away from him, he looked hurt but they didn't need that right now, he hurt them. "What's wrong, doll?" Paul was now sitting down at the end of the bed, he kept fidgeting with his hands; something he's always done whenever he's nervous or anxious.

"Why am I always second best? Why am I always the last choice, Paul? Do you not love me anymore?" Y/n voice cracks at the last word, Paul stares at them guilt washing over him, what has he done to hurt the love of his life this much? "What do you mean, baby? You're not second best, you never have been and never will be. I love you with every inch of my soul." He was cradling their face at this point, trying to feel their skin against his own, he needed them to know they were the only one for him. "Then why her, Paul? Why were you with Rachel in the garage yesterday? Why is she always your first choice? All I'm asking is you choose me for once, not her." And that was his breaking point. He pulled y/n into an embrace, keeping them as close to him as possible. Tears streamed down both of their faces, sobs filled the room as they both clung to each other.

"I love you, okay? You are my imprint, you're the only person I need in my life. If you asked me to leave the pack, I would. If you asked me to up and leave with you to some random place, I would. I will scream to the world how much I adore you in every way possible, if that would make you believe me. I need you, darling, no one else. I want to have a family with you, I want to get married and grow old together. There is no one else in this world for me, you are my forever and always, you are my endgame." Y/n sniffled, never did they think Paul would ever say anything like that, he was always known as the scariest and worst tempered member of the pack but he was so soft and loving when he was with them. They were meant for one another.

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Thank you so much for requesting !!! I had so much for writing this, Paul is honestly one of my favourite characters. I hope you enjoyed reading this, please let me know if this isn't what you wanted, I don't mind rewriting it. Have a lovely day/night !!!

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#5

Headcanon of being Paul Lahote's Human Imprint (GN)

This is a request for @doingyom0mma. I tried to deliver it as best as I could. I hope I did. I didn't focus on specifics, rather the story of how they met.

Trigger warning for mentions of death and loss

Paul had always been against having an imprint - he thought he would never be able to commit to one person emotionally, let alone be willing to sacrifice his life for them.

Paul was shocked when he imprinted on you.

You recently moved just outside of Forks, running away from a life of pain and sadness. You had lost your family to terrible diseases, and you just wanted to get away from the hustle and noise of the big city, trying to find inner peace.

You were just passing by La Push one day, on your way to the beach. That’s when Paul saw you from afar, sitting on a log by yourself. He was playing football with his packmates, and someone *QUIL* kicked the ball too hard, almost hitting you in the face - it only missed by a few centimeters.

Paul, being the farthest from the others and the closest to you, came by your side to apologize and retrieve the ball. The moment your eyes met, the world around him stopped, and he couldn’t focus on anything, but you.

Paul tried to reject the imprint at first - he had so many issues of his own, he didn’t want to bring yours into the mix, so he kept his distance from you.

However, the more time he stayed away from you, the more physically and emotionally sick he’d become.

He was easily irritated - more than he was before the imprinting.

Sam was getting tired of his attitude, so he searched for you and invited you over to his and Emily’s place for dinner.

Though you were hesitant when a man showed up on your doorstep and invited you to dinner with his friends and family, he explained that it was a tradition his wife started to invite their new neighbors over. Since there weren’t usually new people around, it was always nice for them to make new friends. So, you agreed.

Paul was shocked to see you at the dinner but also expected Sam and Emily would pull off something like that.

As the hours passed and Emily encouraged you to open up more, Paul started to see what an amazing person you were. Though you had been through a lot, you still kept a positive attitude towards life, thinking that life may take some things away from us, just to give us something else back. You just waited for that something else to come.

Unbeknownst to you, that something came in the form of Paul Lahote.

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#4

Redemption - An Embry Call x vampire!fem!Reader Story - Part 1

A/N: I was thinking of uploading the start of this new book tomorrow or the day after, but I was so anxious that I thought I'd do it now. So, unannounced, there it is!

A/N 2: Because I don't know if I made it clear for everyone - and if you just saw it here, this is the continuation of 'Unorthodox'. Along the way, I planned to end the previous book on the cliffhanger, just for this new to start.

No of Words: 5500+

Mentions of: Overall sadness, Swear Language

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(Y/N)’s POV

I was scrolling through an old magazine, clearly uninterested in its contents, but I had to occupy myself somehow. I was currently sitting at a cafe by the beach, under the warm afternoon sun. After just a month of leaving Forks, I had finally found some sort of peace and quiet. And though I was still hurt from the events of the previous month, I felt like a completely different person.

I had changed compared to how I was before. I felt way more apathetic to everything around me, as if nobody and nothing else mattered to me, which was true actually. I found myself in a new - well, new in the sense of how it was now - place, so I had nobody and nothing to care about. I had lost all connections with the life I had a month ago, so, naturally, I felt nothing at all.

I slowly sipped on my ‘Kitro’ drink, which the waiter proposed I should try out. It was a kind of liqueur with a citrusy taste; it smelled sweet, but it was supposed to be slightly bitter, which I did not mind anyway. The island had inspired me to be daring, so I actually tried out many different foods and drinks throughout my stay. Though food would usually make me nauseous and want to throw up, I pushed myself not to puke in front of humans, but pretend to actually enjoy eating and drinking.

Naxos was beautiful during the summer, and this attracted thousands of tourists, so I was considered lucky enough to have found a place to stay. The island combined elements from many different eras - from the ancient Greek times to the Venetians and Turks - with the modern elements. And yet, it was quieter than other places around Greece, and it gave me a sense of peace and freedom.

During this past month, I was just running; running away from my own self and my problems, instead of acknowledging the fact that what was done was done, that there was nothing I could do to fix things, and that I should instead focus on my own self and how to make it in this new reality.

So, I did just that: I focused on myself, and what was best for me. Though I had questioned my diet plenty of times since the day I left Forks and the US in general, I still could not bring myself to consume human blood. I was supposed to be a monster - at least that was what my mate thought of me, but, in the end, that just wasn’t me. I was a monster just because I was a bloodsucker, but I would not be the kind of monster that others of my kind were.

Living around humans was easy for me; the illusions helped me conceal my true identity from others, and that made it easy for me to adjust and live in every place possible. While others of my kind would live under heavy clouds, like the Cullens, or hide during the day and only go out at night, like the Volturi, I was walking around humans no matter the place, weather, or time of the day.

I was living in peace with them, and I wouldn’t wish to become somebody who could not control their thirst for human blood anyway. There were times when a tiny voice inside my head was telling me that it was okay if I wanted to try some blood; that it was in my nature to kill humans and taste their blood. I quickly silenced that tiny voice every single moment to avoid getting myself caught in weird situations with humans.

And though I said I had become apathetic, there was still a lot of pain left deep inside me; pain that I tried to mask, to hide. The pain of being alone, away from Embry; the pain that consumed me every time I was giving it the power to. So, I tried to occupy myself enough to forget about him. And, sometimes, it worked; other times, his image would burn up my mind, and then the memories would come back. More often than not, it was, mostly, memories of our fight.

But there were some good memories too. Memories of Embry and I in each other’s arms, or at the beach, or from the times we hanged out with the pack and the imprints. I missed Paul and Leah just as much as I missed Embry, though I missed Embry the most, out of every person I had ever met.

Embry was the one reason I had to live. I had always hoped to find my mate; to feel what the lucky few of us felt when they found their better halves. I was staying alive just hoping that I would find my mate once. And when I did, I may have been reserved at first, not because of Embry’s nature, but because of mine.

I was afraid that I would hurt him in some way; that our natures would inevitably clash, and that we would never be able to see eye to eye. But what we had seemed to be working at first, despite our clear differences. Though there was the obvious fear and worry for the unknown from both sides, we managed to work somehow. And we were good together.

Until I had to ruin everything by “trying to make Embry’s life better”. I actually thought I was helping him get rid of a huge weight off of him, but I was wrong. I shouldn’t have got myself involved in his family life. I shouldn’t have met up with his mother, let alone speak to her about Embry. Maybe I wasn’t meant to be in Embry’s life like that - I really didn’t know.

What I knew was that, despite what happened between us, I still missed him. I missed him so much. Every single day, I wished that I could turn back time and undo what I did, which I knew wasn’t possible, but I just wished I could. And I also hoped he missed me the same way I missed him.

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Embry’s POV

It’s been about a month since the last time I saw (Y/N). Everything was going great..for the others. For me, it was like living through a real-life nightmare. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t think about anything, but her. I was becoming more and more miserable by the day. The pain and guilt were eating my mind, reminding me that I was the only one responsible for my current situation.

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Supergirl - A Paul Lahote x fem!Reader Story

A request from @cokcola4112

As usual, there are foul and sexual language and scenes, so if you're a minor, go with your own risk.

And it's a long one.

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We Belong Together - A Sam Uley x fem!Reader Imagine

A/N: I've been thinking for a long time about how I wanted to write a story with Sam, so there it is.

No. of Words: 5100+

Mentions of: Alcohol and Drug Abuse, Sex, Mental Illness, Patriarchy and its results, Foul Language, Underage Drinking

(Y/N)'s POV

"Sam, please, I need some time to just think about everything. It has all been a bit too much lately and I need to take some distance from all this before I go mad. Please, understand that." I pleaded desperately.

"(Y/N), please, don't go. I cannot stay away from you, you know that. I won't physically be able to function away from you. I love you too much." Sam pleaded, more desperate than me.

"I love you, too, Sam. But, all I'm asking is for some time alone, just to calm down, away from vampires and shifters; spend some time with my family, you know."

Sam sighed deeply and hugged me tightly. "I know. I understand, love. And I'll be here for you if you need anything. Don't hesitate to contact me. But please, don't stay away for too long. I need you close to me, (Y/N). I need to make sure you’re safe all the time." He kissed my forehead a few times, being his cute self that I missed lately.

I felt bad for leaving him back here in La Push. But the battle with the newborns had exhausted me mentally and emotionally. I was terrified all the time, not just for the people in the area or my family, but mostly for the pack, and even more for Sam. It wasn’t that I did not believe in their capabilities, but the imprinting made me more anxious, cautious and worried for his well-being, and it was taking a toll on my health.

Sam imprinted on me about 6 months earlier, when I came back home from graduating university and was visiting old friends in La Push. He was cliff diving with Jared, Paul, and Embry, which seemed terrifying for regular humans like myself, but not for the Wolfpack. They walked out of the water, stepping on the sand, and all it took was one look for him to imprint and me to fall madly in love with him.

And everything was going amazing until he revealed his true nature to me - that he was a shifter, the genes passing from generation to generation. To add to the responsibility, he was the Alpha of his pack. It took a lot of time to come to terms with the reality of things, and I decided I was okay with everything for Sam’s sake.

But the existence of vampires - being the shifters’ natural enemies - was shocking, to say the least. More so because my own father’s coworker, Dr. Carlisle, turned out to be one of the local vampire residents. To be completely honest, I always knew there was something otherworldly with him - there was no way a regular person could be as good-looking as him.

After that revelation, I was unsure and scared of what would happen if Sam got hurt or, worse, killed. I knew I wouldn’t be able to deal with that. When it was revealed that a newborn vampire army, led by the Cullens’ vampire enemy, would come to Forks, my anxiety hit the roof. I was scared for Sam and the pack; Sam was scared for me; we were both scared for each other.

It took me a lot of time, thinking, and weighting things to come to the decision that I needed time on my own; I needed to stay away from all this to feel like myself again. Unfortunately, that meant that I had to stay away from Sam, and though it pained me to be away from him, I knew that in order for the both of us to be well in the long run, one of us had to give the other one space. And I also knew that Sam wouldn’t willingly want to stay away from me, so I had to be the one to make that decision for the both of us.

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“Are you sure about this, (Y/N)? Moving away is a big decision, even if it’s for a short time, isn’t it? You’re going away just for the summer, right?” My dad was worried and clueless, as he was driving me to the airport.

“I really don’t know, dad. I may go back for the summer, or I may stay there for some time.” I didn’t feel like talking too much about my feelings right now. I couldn’t tell my parents the real reason why I wanted to go away, ‘cause that would include having to tell them about the tribe’s secret, which was way too serious and important to let others know. And while I was now part of this insight into the supernatural world, it became too much for me to handle over time.

“You know there’s still time to think about it. We can just go back home. Everyone’s going to be devastated if you leave. Your mom, your sister, your friends, your…boyfriend, too, I guess.” My family had met Sam when he came by our home some time after we got together. It was also the night I learned about the shifters, and I lost my sleep that night, trying to comprehend everything he told and showed me.

“I think I want to go away. Back home, to Greece, I mean. I want to live that experience. I haven’t really been back since we used to go there for vacation. I missed my grandparents, my aunts, uncles, cousins. I will have a place to stay there, and I’ll manage. I may even be able to get a job or something, I’ll see.”

“I guess I cannot stop you, can I? Just promise me that you’ll be careful and that you’ll take care of yourself. Don’t talk back to your grandparents. Don’t drink too much. Don’t eat too much pita gyro. I know you want to, but please don’t. It’s not healthy in the long run.” He laughed a bit, and I laughed along with him.

“I promise, mpampa (dad). Anything else I should look out for?”

“Did you take both of your passports? Both IDs? Driver’s license?”

“I did. Everything’s in my backpack.”

“Okay, I guess you are ready to go. Just say hi to my sister and groom for me when you see them, okay?”

“Okay, dad. I will.” I turned to look through the open window, breathing the crispy, woodsy air in, enjoying it for the last time. However, I failed to block out the howling that echoed through the woods.

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Sam’s POV

I had been feeling far more agitated than I usually did. The vampire threat may be gone for now, but so was (Y/N). I couldn’t think straight the majority of the time; while I had to stay focused and strong for the sake of the pack, I couldn’t be either at the moment. They wanted a committed leader to inspire, guide, and keep them grounded, but I couldn’t keep myself grounded, so how could I impose that on the others?

I had no choice but to anoint Jared as the temporary pack leader. Jared was the beta of the pack, and though he didn’t look as bright, he actually was really smart, and a trickster; I could count on him to find new ways to lead effectively, so I let him be. I knew he would do his best as my replacement.

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Road Rage - A Paul Lahote x fem!Reader Imagine

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I was driving down the provincial roads of Washington, going towards La Push, where my friend, Nessie, and her family were waiting for me. “Immortale” by Måneskin was bursting through my rental car, which Nessie had arranged for me, as I was hitting the steering wheel in the rhythm of the song. I loved that song so much, I was singing it at the top of my lungs - at least, the parts I knew how to say.

(Y/N)’s POV

“Credimi, credimi, sono diventato immortale (Believe me, believe me, I became immortal).”

I was tired after flying for 20 hours and having to drive for another 4, but this song always brought my mood up. That, and the fact that I managed to sleep plenty of hours through the flights. I was counting down the hours until I reached La Push. It was Nessie’s birthday tomorrow, and she had invited me over to spend a few weeks with her and her family. 

Nessie and I met when she came to my university as a study abroad student. At first, she only planned to stay here for a semester, but that turned into two semesters - the maximum time study abroad students were allowed to stay there. I was heartbroken when she had to go back home, but she had promised me she’ll do anything to meet again.

I didn’t know what it was with Nessie - or Renesmee, as she was officially named. She was such a fun person to be around. She made everyone feel welcome and happy, and she was probably the easiest person to get along with. She was up for anything, but she was also the most responsible out of everyone, kind of like the mom in our small group of her, me, and my four other friends.

I was getting more and more excited the closer I got to La Push, though I still had to drive within the required speed limits. It was really difficult to estimate the kilometers to miles, and thankfully the car was already in miles, but it was still difficult to keep up with the speed limits around here. The US was really strict with the speed limits, which I never experienced before, but better to be safe than sorry. I didn’t want to get deported or something, so I drove much slower than I usually did.

I liked driving fast, testing the car’s limits, as well as my own, and kind of brag about my driving to others. I liked driving fast, but I was also extremely cautious, and these two often clashed with each other. I would sometimes hate slow drivers, and other times I would wish other drivers drove more slowly. Unfortunately, I had terrible road rage in either case.

Fortunately, I was aware of where I could drive fast, and where I had better drive slowly and carefully. And these narrow, provincial roads were not made for speeding. They were steep from the constant rain, and they had too many turns to count - the very opposite of a road to speed on.

That, however, did not stop the asshole that was following me from almost bumping onto my car, speeding beyond my own comprehension, and almost colliding with the back of my car. Said asshole was flashing his car’s lights and honking at me as if any of these would actually make me go any faster. I was driving for over three and a half hours, just to come across this ass in the last 20 minutes of my driving.

The man kept honking and trying to scare me into speeding or moving over so he could run past me. I was a bigger asshole than he was and my anger rose rapidly as it usually did, so I stepped gently on my brakes, forcing him to step hard on his before he decided that enough was enough. 

He stepped on his gas, and, with an abrupt movement, ran past me, before cutting me off and then speeding off like the ass he was. I sent a lovely open palm on his side, cursing him, and continued driving. My heart was beating fast all this time - a mix of fear and adrenaline, and I was slowly trying to calm myself down, but my hands were still shaking. 

“Just a few more minutes, (Y/N). Just a few more minutes.” 

I was trying to calm myself down, as I was known for getting too angry too quickly, and now, it was not the time for that. I had to remain calm and collected. It was Nessie’s birthday after all, and I didn’t want to ruin everything because of a random asshole. It would be the first time I met her family and friends, and I wanted to leave a good impression, not be the angry ass around here.

I reached the address she had given me after a few minutes. The house seemed small and old, slightly worn out by the rain and humidity, but the location, being slightly away from other houses around the area, offered peace and quiet. It wasn’t a place I would have imagined Nessie would be staying - she dressed too expensive, and spent a lot of money, at least when she was a study abroad.

“(Y/N)!” Ness ran up to me the second I walked out of my car. “I’m so happy you’re finally here! I missed you so much!” Nessie’s embrace was so tight and overwhelming, but warm and welcoming. 

I took a step back to look at her. She hadn’t changed at all. She had the same sweet face, wavy curls, and bright smile as she always did.

“It’s nice to see you, too, Nessie. I missed you, too.” I answered back wholeheartedly, but the look on my face did not match my sincerity.

“Hey, boo, what happened? You don’t seem happy to be here.” Ness furrowed her eyebrows, looking at me worriedly. 

“Well.. Can I vent to you a bit?” 

“Of course, you can. Come on, let’s go inside and you can tell me everything.” She took my hand in hers, and she led me into the house.

The same house that looked old and worn out on the outside was nothing like its interior. It was so warm and welcoming, beautifully decorated with warm, earthly colors, and was actually much bigger than it looked from the outside. Ness sat me down on one of the couches in the living room.

“Now, tell me, what’s got you so upset?” She smiled encouragingly.

“Well, someone almost crashed on my car. I was driving slow, not just because of the police, but, you know, the roads were steep and I was scared. He came behind me. He was running really fast, and he kept honking and flashing his lights. And I got scared, but you know me, I wouldn’t just let this asshole do whatever he wants. So, I stepped on my brakes, he stepped on his. He was really mad, he moved past me, and cut me off. He almost sent me off-road! So, I just showed him my open palm as he drove away. I still feel the adrenaline and the fear run through me. It felt like a near-death experience.”

Ness was looking at me shocked. “Because it was! (Y/N), you have to be careful around here. Did you, at least, notice his face or anything? Do you remember his car, his car plate?”

“Well, I did notice him in my mirror. He was…handsome, but an asshole nonetheless.”

“I’m sorry for that, sweety. I hope you are better now. Would you like to meet the rest of my family?”

“I thought you said your actual family would be away for the week.”

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✧ One Shots

Summer Breeze - Embry Call X Fem!Reader

Embry is a personal heater, and Y/N uses that to her advantage.

I’m Sorry - Embry Call X Fem!Reader

Embry imprints on Y/N but doesn’t get the reaction he was hoping for.

Never Again - Embry Call X Fem!Reader

Embry hasn’t imprinted on his girlfriend Y/N and fears for their future.

Soft Lips - Embry Call X Fem!Reader

Embry imprinted on Y/N three months ago. Why is he holding back his feelings?

Issues - Paul Lahote X Fem!Cullen!Reader

Paul and Y/N talk about kids. It doesn’t go as expected.

Halloween Hangout - Paul Lahote X Fem!Cullen!Reader

Y/N helps her family and her boyfriend get into the Halloween spirit.

Missed You - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Paul works later than expected.

In The Clouds - Paul Lahote X GN!Reader

Paul and Y/N decide to relax in the best way they know how. Smoking weed.

Outcasts - Paul Lahote X Male!Reader

Y/N deals with some homophobia from the pack.

Baby Fever - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Y/N, a human with powers, argues with her boyfriend Paul after he sides with Sam about killing Renesmee.

Killing Me Softly - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Paul questions his imprinting after his human imprint, Y/N, gets attacked by a vampire, venom already going to work when he reaches her.

Love Hurts - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Paul’s anger gets in the way of date night.

My Bad - Jacob Black X Fem! Reader

Y/N, Jacob’s imprint, and Emily get into Paul’s “special” brownies while the pack is on patrol.

Innocent Moments - Seth Clearwater X Fem!Reader

Seth comes home late.

Hold Me - Rosalie Hale X Fem!Reader

Rosalie gets upset when her human mate gets hurt.

Danger - Edward Cullen X Male!Reader

Y/N, Paul’s cousin stumbles upon something he shouldn’t had seen in the woods.

Impossible - Esme X Carlisle X Fem!Reader

Y/N, a nomad vampire with extraordinary powers, makes the discovery that you can have more than one mate.

Spills And Corsets - Alec Volturi X Fem!Reader

After an accident that results in Y/N’s clothes getting ruined, she’s forced to wear a corset for the rest of the day.

✧ Series

Fate Is… - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader (1) (2) (3) (4)

Paul imprinting on a Cullen? Let’s see how this plays out…

Expecting - Paul Lahote X Pregnant!Fem!Reader (1) (2)

What’s it like expecting when your family is a pack of shapeshifters? A whole lotta love.

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“What did you swallow?” - Rosalie Hale X Fem!Reader

“Oh, this will be fun!” - Seth Clearwater X Fem!Reader

“Did you buy me flowers?” - Leah Clearwater X Fem!Reader

I Don’t Wanna Be Your Friend - Leah Clearwater X Fem!Reader

Leah and Y/N discover Girl In Red.

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Quil Ateara NSFW Alphabet

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[Back to 505] [Part I] [Part II] [Part III] Paul Lahote x Fem!reader ||She's noticed how distant he's been thinking that she's merely a past memory to him after he joined Sam's gang.||

[Fall Mornings] Jared x fem!reader ||A fall morning lets Jared admire his love as she sleeps soundly in his arms.||

[She's Got You Mesmerized] Unrequited!Embry Call x Shifter!fem!reader ||Everything changes when the new girl shows up||

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[Basquiat] Seth Clearwater x fem!reader [loosely based on song Time Machine by Willow]

[Autumn Wonders] Embry Call x GN!reader [As summer slips away, the reader persuades Embry to take them on a hike in the woods to see the changing leaves]

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[I'm Better for You] Paul Lahote x fem!reader ||A harmless conversation about past crushes spirals out of control, will the reader be able to mend her relationship with Paul, or will they go back to being strangers?|| (Request: @therandomficwriter ((also please check out her work it’s literally one of my favorites to read 😭)) )

[Checkmate] [Part I] Paul Lahote x GN!reader ||A blowout between the reader and Paul leads to unanswered calls, while Paul is gone a new face shows up to school, Riley. Will the reader just become another one of Victoria's pawn in her sadistic game?|| (Req: Anon )

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40 Weeks Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

The drive to the beach was nice. The car moved fluidly on the road that was thankfully not icy today. Though I wasn’t sure I would have this kind of luck tomorrow, I prayed that I would.

Pulling up to La Push’s beach was like an out of body experience. I didn’t even know where I was going, I just let my gut lead the way. Like something was pulling me here. I smiled seeing that the sun was still up and there was a sunset that I could capture with my watercolors perfectly. This was the perfect setting for a nice relaxing evening. I hopped out of the car and noticed three other cars pull up and park, thankfully not next to me. 

I quickly grabbed my bag and shuffled to the sand, I waddled my way through the sand and listened to the people behind me. What was a huge group of people doing out here on a Sunday afternoon? Was this just the perfect weather to come to the beach or something? No, way too cold. Especially teens, a majority of them look like they are sixteen to seventeen. Similar to me. So why were they out at this time of day right before school tomorrow? Maybe I’m looking too deep into it. I thought to myself. No, I need to be cautious, I have more than just me to think about now.

Still aware of my surroundings I sat on the sand and pulled everything out of my bag. I began sketching and painting the beautiful sky and the gorgeous sunset that was in front of me. We didn’t see things like this from my city. 

Everything was peaceful for almost ten minutes. The group of people that arrived at the beach looked like locals. They were definitely used to the weather because they wore jorts and tank tops. Some even didn’t have shirts. I eyed this group from the side, trying not to be too obvious. 

Two girls, the rest were dudes from what I could see. Wait, is that Emily? I wanted to stand up and say hi, ask her how she was doing and meet her friends but instead I quickly looked away. I was more than nervous to meet all of those people, the only time that I could ever be that confident is if I was high. But of course I couldn’t do that anymore. 

Instead I sat there, ignoring the huge group of presumably close friends, and painted till a ball came flying at me and my shit. I cringed when the ball almost hit my piece and my head at the same time. I was sketching with the paper so close to my face that I might as well have been glued to the page itself. 

“Jared! You need to be more careful man! I am so sorry, are you okay?” A young teen came running up to me. He looked around 14 - 15. A little younger than me, I  was 17, almost 18. “Please ignore my friend, he kicks and doesn’t care where the ball flies. I’m Seth by the way, what's your name?” He spoke fast, like he wasn’t used to having people listen to him. Seth had a huge smile on his face, he looked kind at heart, like the world was treating him right. His smile was infectious. I gave him a small smile, one that I could muster. 

“y/n, nice to meet you Seth. I would shake your hand but I am currently covered in paint.” I tried to sound casual and not nervous, though it was hard. A couple other kids ran up to me, a girl my age, the boy that kicked the ball, and a boy who also looked to be my age. The girl whose name I would later learn to be Leah, seemed to have a permanent glare on her face. The boy that kicked the ball, Jared, seemed playful with his friends but not open to me. And the boy who looked to be my age, Paul, looked me in the eyes and was dogging me down.

He had this look on his face, hard to describe, but the best way to explain it would be to say he was reminiscing on something. Like he saw his life flash before his eyes and everything was perfect, like everything made sense. “Hi,” Paul said, sounding like a fucking idiot. I liked that. “Hi,” I replied as I tried to match his energy. “I’m Paul, nice to meet you.” He said as if he sobered up within a couple seconds. “I’m y/n, nice to meet you too. Uh don’t worry about kicking the ball out here it’s not a big deal-” 

“Want to come eat with us? Emily makes really good food, she’s the woman over there very very nice. We have a ton of food to spare so you know you can help yourself.” Seth said, seeming to be onto something that I wasn’t. 

“Uhm sure, I can’t stay long, I've got to be back soon,” I said, hoping to make some friends outside of school. Maybe this would be a good thing.

The night moved by quickly. I met Sam, Emily’s fiance, Leah, Jared, Jacob, Quill, and Embry. They were all friendly. Welcoming even, like I had always been a part of their group. It was weird, but comforting in a way.

Paul hovered around me all night. Not like I minded, it was nice having someone care for me, someone other than my usual crowd. 

After some time I looked down at my clock and realized I had 20 minutes to get home. I hopped up off of one of the lawn chairs Paul grabbed for me, and rushed to grab my things. Paul looked at me worriedly and confused, it was like a fucking truck hit me or something. 

“Sorry guys, I have to get going, curfew. Look here is my number if you guys want to hang out again, cool! I’ll see you later!” I quickly snatched up my bag after writing my number on a page of sketchbook paper and I rushed away from the group and to my car. 

I not only made it back home safely, but I made it with 5 minutes to spare. I was one lucky mother fucker.

One thing that I didn’t notice was the gigantic wolf running alongside my car, like my own personal gradian angel. 

After bursting through the door and telling my grandparents good night I rushed up the stairs and into my room. 

I finally relaxed when I was in my own bedroom. I set my things down on my bed and started to grab some clothes so that I could take a shower. I made sure not to get my hair wet as it was not a wash day, and only scrubbed down my body. After I was done I rubbed lotion on my body with some nice smelling strawberry lotion, it was starting to grow on me. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I was more than lucky to have this luxury while I was here, and I moved to go to bed. 

By the time I managed to lay down and get comfortable my phone vibrated on the nightstand. I groaned as I rolled over to grab it and noticed 2 texts from my little sister and 1 text from an unknown number. 

First I replied to my sister, telling her how I was and that I would send her money soon. I pointed her in the direction of a couple well paying jobs that I knew would hire her (I had connections) and told her that a couple of my friends would be checking on her and my other siblings every week. 

I had been saving up for the past couple years to buy a house near my grandparents, far away from my parents, and a place that they would never guess my little siblings would be. They were too stupid to guess I would be right under their noses anyways.

I decided years ago that when I turn 18 I will buy a house and get custody of my siblings. Thanks to my well paying job and some friends, I had more than enough money to support them and buy a house. Now all I have to do is wait. 

Then I opened the message from the unknown number. It said “Hey this is Paul. Just wanted you to know this is my number :)” 

A comforted smile grew on my face. Looks like I made a friend. Happily I replied to him with a simple hi and smiley face and crashed.

The next morning I was up nearly an hour and a half early for school. Normally I wouldn’t be up this early unless I was working, but my grandma wanted me up and ready for the day ahead. I got dressed in a pair of jeans, long socks (that did not match) and a cute long sleeve white shirt with a thick brown jacket over it. I grabbed my backpack after brushing my teeth and washing my face and slowly moved downstairs. All the energy from yesterday left me like there was no tomorrow. I sat down at the dining room table and ate whatever my grandmother put in front of me. Which so happened to be french toast and eggs, according to her it was a “Big day!” and “We need to celebrate after you come home!”

I could practically feel the anxiety rushing through my veins, I had no idea what to do. This was my first time in school for years and I was just supposed to waltz in there and act like I’ve done this shit before? Christ I was a junior taking junior level classes that I was not prepared for at all!

After eating I got into the blue truck and drove my ass to school. I was more than 40 minutes early, but that would give me time to walk around and find all my classes. So it wasn’t such a bad thing, right? 

Pulling up to the school was terrifying, but I collected myself and hopped out of the truck. Everyone's eyes were already on me, but I squared my shoulders and held my head high. Just like my boss taught me. And I walked into the office to get my schedule, books, and make my way to class. 

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[honiebeaswriting]

Writing Goals for March 2024

I thought of something while I was revamping the blog: what if I make goals and a posting schedule for each month? This would ensure I stay consistant and have a reason to write! So, here are my goals and schedule for the month of March 2024 <3

Goals:

Post once every week

Update 40 Weeks at least once

Finish Simple Dance

Schedule:

Friday, March 8, 2024 - 40 Weeks CH 3

Friday, March 15, 2024 - Simple Dance PT 2

Friday, March 22, 2024 - 40 Weeks CH 4

Friday, March 29, 2024 - (there will be a story posted on this day, I am just not sure if it will be a continuation to one of my series' or if it will be a random short story)

I will still be posting updates during the week, and maybe even making some fun small projects here and there. These are just the dates you can expect to see main posts on.

I am also working on an April event because it is my birthday month! I am still brainstorming ideas, but so far I am still in the wip stage.

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[honiebeaswriting]

currently writing the next chapter of 40 weeks!!!! shooting for around 5k words. Probably will be up tomorrow.

#paul lahote x pregnant!reader #paul lahote x gn!reader

[honiebeaswriting]

yall i do not care what i have to do, ch 2 will be up tonight!!!! stay tuned

#paul lahote x gn!reader #paullahotexreader #paul lahote x pregnant!reader

[honiebeaswriting]

I think imma come out with a Paul lahote fic tonight! I have one prewritten that I posted on here a while ago but deleted. So it’ll just be Paul lahote x pregnant gn! reader. hope y’all like it!!!

#paul lahote #Paul lahotexgn!reader #gn!reader #twilight wolf pack #twilight #paul lahote x reader

[volturiwolf]

Last Christmas - A Paul Lahote x GN!Reader Story

A/N: The story contains the serious topic of heart attack. If you are not feeling comfortable with the topic, please do not proceed any further.

A/N 2: The main inspiration behind the story came from my own experience with my father's heart attack. Fortunately, he did not pass away. He had to go under a quadruple by-pass surgery. Due to C*vid, we were not allowed to visit him. He came back home a few days ago. He still looks very weak, and he's still fighting to get better. The heart attack was due to his high blood sugar (we were not exactly told if he has diabetes or not), just like his dad, who died from a heart attack because of this same issue.

A/N 3: Get yourselves regularly checked. Health is the most important thing. I, myself, have to stop eating sugar and sweet things, as I have inherited the same issue from my dad, and though I take medicine, my blood sugar is not at the desired levels.

A/N 4: I was also inspired by the movie "Last Christmas" (2019), starring Emilia Clarke and Henry Golding.

No. of Words: 3800+

Mentions of: Heart attack and disease, Death

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I have not tagged anyone from the previous Paul-related topics, because I know the story contains triggering factors

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(Y/N)'s POV

Life was going seemingly great for me. It had recently been a year since the day Paul and I were official. We met about 14 months ago, but it took me a few weeks to agree on becoming his partner. It was all too sudden - the imprinting; the insane connection we had with each other; the physical and emotional attraction.

At first, when Paul told me he could transform into a wolf, I was terrified of being within a mile of him. But, as days passed, I knew I couldn't stay away from him - it was emotionally and mentally impossible. Paul was more than excited when I went by his house one day and asked to talk to him. It took me a while, but I learned to familiarize myself with the idea of Paul's wolf.

Everything else came naturally. I could finally understand why I needed to be close to him, and vice versa. After that, we were inseparable. We moved with each other as if we were attached by the hip. That was unless some rogue vampire decided to pass by the area. Then the extensive patrols became longer and more frequent, and we could barely see each other until the vampire was extinguished.

But Paul always tried to make up for the lost time, whether it was picnics on the beach, or movie nights, or long walks through the woods. Paul had a romantic, soft side that only I got to watch. Everyone else knew him as the hothead; the one you don't mess up with. But I knew that Paul was much more than that. He was the sweetest person I had ever met, and he would also go the extra mile, just to make sure I was happy and safe.

Surprisingly, he was also a great cook. While he didn't cook for the pack - they all preferred Emily's cooking over everyone else's, he would regularly cook for the both of us. Dinner dates at his place were the best. Paul did not just cook a simple dish of pasta. He went the full way each time, preparing a starter, main course, and desert, pairing them with wine.

Every time I came by for a dinner date, Paul would present another menu, trying to surprise me with different dishes each time. And each time, I was surprised. Paul did not seem like a person who knew how to cook, but he did. And his cooking was phenomenal, easily comparable to Emily's, though Emily's was mainly family-like food, while Paul liked to experiment with gourmet cuisine as well.

I really liked spending time with him. Paul treated me like royalty, not letting me lift a finger to do any chore. He would do everything on his own, just to make sure I would not get tired, though I was more than capable of doing everything. I felt like I was taking advantage of him, and he had to reassure me every single time that he was more than happy to do all chores on his own.

My happiness was overshadowed by sadness pretty suddenly. I didn’t know the reason why I felt weaker than I usually did for quite a few days. My back bones hurt a lot more than they usually did; I couldn’t breathe properly when I was out hiking with Paul; I was a lot more physically tired than I usually was, and I felt dizzy for most of the day.

Paul would attribute it to me not eating properly and regularly. Lately, I had been working like crazy to make ends meet, while also trying to make free time for Paul and me. It was almost mid-December, and while everything around was beautifully decorated for Christmas, work at the accountant’s office was getting more and more demanding as we had to close this year’s books.

I was a nervous wreck for most of the time. Paul tried to help me relax, but it was too difficult when all I could ever think about each day was the amount of work I was left with for the next day. It was as if every single business and individual in the Forks area left their accounts and responsibilities for the last minute, and we had to make sure everything was proper and legal.

I wasn’t sleeping enough, and I wasn’t eating healthy enough. And when the pain in my back extended to my chest, I only thought it was because of my anxiety. It wouldn’t be the first time I had a panic attack. I was actually anxious all the time, ever since I could remember, so I just thought it was just another day with anxiety.

It was yet another day that I came back home mentally and physically exhausted. My small apartment at the outskirts of Forks hadn’t been cleaned for about 2 weeks now, ever since the busiest month of the year began. I didn’t have the energy to clean up my mess, and though I tried to not make a complete mess, it was hard when I was away from home most of the time.

The delivery boxes piled up in the kitchen - I didn’t have time to throw the trash away. I barely had any clothes to wear for the next few days, and I dreaded the time I needed to get down to the basement and get my clothes washed in the shared laundry machines. I just wanted to take a shower and lay across my bed, where I would probably fall asleep within a few minutes.

The familiar pain in my chest came back just as I was getting into the shower, but I tried to take a few deep breaths, stabilize my breathing, and just try to relax. I let the hot water burn my skin, and I enjoyed the feeling of its warmth on my trembling body. The warm water was the best alternative I had when Paul wasn’t around to cuddle and warm me up.

I glided my hands on my body, falling into my own world, where I would be finally able to relax and get away from my worries. A sudden, sharp pain made my legs tremble, and I couldn’t help but grab onto the skin over my heart, leaving small nail marks. I felt my legs giving up on me, as I slowly started falling, trying to grab onto something, but my hands were slipping down the wet shower tiles.

As I started crying, thinking that was how I would die, I could not see anything but Paul’s image on my mind. The tears were streaming down my face harder as the only thing I could think about was that I would die and leave Paul alone behind. He would be devastated and I didn’t want him to get sad over me.

I barely heard Paul screaming nearby, as I was taking my last shaky breaths before the darkness finally consumed me.

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Paul’s POV

I was walking up and down the hospital corridor, anxious, saddened, and impatient. I had barely managed to catch (Y/N) before their head hit the shower floor. I had a feeling today that something was not going well; I could feel it in my heart and bones, and I somehow knew that something was going wrong with (Y/N). I wasted no time, and ran to their house immediately, trying to run through the woods, in my human form, just because it was the quickest way to (Y/N)’s apartment.

Thankfully, I already had the key to their apartment, so I did not tear the door down. I heard (Y/N) in the shower and I was relieved until I heard the faint crying and their hand sliding down the shower tiles. I burst into the bathroom and saw them falling down, but I was quick enough to catch them.

Their face was pale, and their heartbeat faint, almost non-existent, until it stopped, and I started panicking. I tried to remember what I knew from CPR, but no matter how much I pressed on their chest, blowing air down to their mouth, their heart did not start beating. In my frenzy, I grabbed a body towel, covered them, and ran out of the house towards the hospital.

I was on foot, and I was scared that I would not make it on time to save them. The cold winter air was not helping keep (Y/N)’s body warm and functioning, but I pushed myself to run faster than I ever had in my human form. The only thing that crossed my mind at that time was that I couldn’t lose them. I couldn’t. I had to make it to the hospital.

Driven by my panic for (Y/N)’s wellbeing, I reached the hospital a bit sooner than I hoped for. I burst into the emergency doors, yelling around for help. A few nurses and doctors gathered around and tried to communicate with me, but my mouth was trembling and I was just rumbling about what happened. The nurses understood that something may be going terribly wrong with (Y/N), so they just yelled at me to follow them, as we ran down the corridors.

We were stopped by hospital staff who swiftly grabbed (Y/N) from my hands and put them on a wheeled stretcher, searching for a pulse, shouting orders to each other, and trying to revive (Y/N) with CPR. It didn’t seem to work, so they used an electronic device on them, which I had only seen in medical tv series.

“Excuse me! Excuse me! Please, tell me what is going on!” I was yelling, panicking, not knowing what was going on with (Y/N) - nobody explained a thing to me.

“Sir, excuse me, sir. Please, stay back. We’ll do anything to save your friend, but you need to stay back.” A nurse was trying to keep me away and block my view of (Y/N) so that I couldn’t see what was going on.

“They are not my friend! They are my partner! What is going on? Why won’t you tell me?” I was freaking out, clueless and desperate, trying to push the nurse away but not too hard.

“I’m sorry, sir, I cannot let you get any closer. We’ll try to do our best for your partner, but you need to stay back. We need to take them to the ICU immediately.”

I tried to calm down, and get as much information as I could out of the nurse. “Why? What is wrong with (Y/N)?”

“Your partner had a heart attack. We hope we can revive them, but they’re not responding yet. My colleagues will take them to the ICU. Don’t worry, your partner is in good hands. I just need you to fill out some necessary paperwork for their hospitalization.”

I didn’t say anything else, following the nurse. I had some trouble filling out the paperwork, as I knew a lot of things about (Y/N)’s medical history, but not significant ones that could indicate why they had a heart attack. I informed the nurse about it, and he told me not to worry, they would run the necessary exams to see what caused (Y/N) the heart attack.

Within my state of panic, I didn’t have time to inform the pack that I couldn’t make it to the patrol that day. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket, and quickly sent a text to our chat group, and plopped down heavily on a chair nearby.

I didn’t know what to feel at that moment. My head felt like it was swirling around the room, and the dizziness made me even sicker than I already felt. I thought about everything and nothing at the same time. My mind either went blank or was too occupied to synchronize the rest of my body.

I couldn’t believe what had happened - I didn’t want to believe what happened. I would have never expected something like that to happen to (Y/N). They looked healthy, and they had never expressed any significant health issues before, so I just couldn’t put the puzzle pieces together as to why this happened.

It must have been about half an hour later that the pack and their imprints burst through the hospital doors, all yelling questions at me, clearly panicking. Sam tried to coordinate everyone, but Emily seemed the most upset out of everyone, being our unofficial pack mom and all.

“Paul, where are they? Are they okay?” Her voice was cracking, and Sam was holding both her shoulders to steady her trembling body.

“They had a heart attack, Ems. I..I don’t know what to do. I’m..I’m lost.” I was a bit calmer than her, but my voice was also trembling, and my eyes could not focus on anything in particular.

I felt desperate and alone. Emily approached me slowly and hugged me around the shoulders - I didn’t know if she was trying to calm herself or me, but I felt a bit less lonely now that I knew I could share my pain with the pack. It was hard, not knowing what was happening with your partner. The only thing I could do was wait for someone to tell me what’s going on.

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It must have been an hour or two since my friends came by the hospital to comfort me. Unfortunately, nothing could calm me through my upset state. I was so upset that I did not notice a doctor coming to us.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Mr. Paul Lahote.”

I jumped off my seat as if an electric current passed through me. “Me. That is me. I’m Mr. Paul Lahote.”

“Mr. Lahote, are you with (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“Yes, I am. What happened to them? Do you have any updates?”

“Excuse me, can we talk somewhere more private, perhaps?” The doctor looked around the pack, unsure if she could talk to me in front of them.

“Yes, of course.” I followed her about 50 feet away from the others, though I knew all of my packmates could easily hear me and they would, most likely, inform their imprints.

“Mr. Lahote, we managed to revive your partner. We also ran some blood tests, took some x-rays, and performed a coronarographie on your partner. We cannot be 100% sure yet, but we don’t think it was just a “usual” heart attack. We are afraid that your partner may have dilated cardiomyopathy.”

I was at a loss for words. “What do you mean? What is that? Will they be okay?”

“Dilated cardiomyopathy is a heart condition, where the cavity of the heart is enlarged and stretched, and this compromises the heart's ability to pump normally and relax appropriately. It mostly occurs between the ages of 20 and 60, but it can be actually diagnosed in people of all ages. Most people eventually develop heart failure because of this. And while the most common causes include alcohol abuse or illegal drugs consumption, there is a small percentage of the condition being inherited through a parent. However, just like in most cases, we cannot find a specific cause as to what caused the cardiomyopathy to your partner. And unfortunately, it’s a condition that worsens fairly quickly.”

“So, what does that mean for (Y/N)? Will they be okay?” The doctor was just talking but I did not care about anything she said. I only needed to know if my imprint would be okay.

“We would still need to run some more tests, but if we are right and your partner is at an advanced stage, we’re talking about open-heart surgery. We would need to find a heart transplant for them.”

“And then, they will be okay, right?”

“Mr. Lahote, you need to understand that if your partner requires a heart transplant, the waiting list for heart transplants is very long. It may take months or years before finding one. And though your partner may fulfill some criteria to place them higher on the list, in terms of age, the severity of the disease, and the necessity of the transplant, we cannot assure you that we will find a transplant in time.” Her voice was lower, and despite my superior hearing, I could barely hear her now, with all the thoughts that passed through my mind.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I looked at her in all seriousness.

“Unfortunately no, sir. We will be searching if there is a heart transplant available, but your partner’s case is a difficult one.”

“What do you mean ‘a difficult one’? What is so difficult about that?” My anger suddenly peaked, and I felt like I could lose control within moments.

“In order to find a compatible heart transplant, the blood type of the transplant’s donor has to match your partner’s blood type. Your partner’s blood type is O negative. People with O negative can, fortunately, give blood to all blood types, which makes them high in demand. Unfortunately, they can only receive from people with O negative. This means that we would have to find a donor with O negative for your partner, and while they are one of the common blood types, there are not always enough donations available for all patients. We don’t have a donation available currently, and it will take time before we find one.”

I felt like I was losing the ground under my feet. This could not happen. The world would not lose (Y/N) like that. My head was spinning and working overtime, trying to process everything the nurse just said. And then, it hit me.

“What if there is a donor available?”

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(Y/N)’s POV

I first started to hear the small beeping next to me. It was rhythmic and almost lulled me back to sleep. My eyelids felt so heavy as I was trying to open my eyes. I could feel the unfamiliar room around me, and I needed to know where I was. As I slowly fought my way back to see, I was almost blinded by the brightness around me.

The room was glowing white under its white walls and bright lights. It smelled like chlorine and iodine, alcohol, and sickness? Where was I? I couldn’t tell on my own. I tried moving around but I could not move my arms or legs, as if I had no control over them. The beeping sound near me was getting more intense, and I felt the anxiety through me. What happened to me?

As I was still dizzy, trying to understand what was happening around me, I saw a nurse coming towards me. I didn’t realize I was actually in a hospital until she came to me.

“Hey, (Y/N). How are you feeling, dear? Would you like anything? You’ve been sleeping for a while.”

“I think I’m alright? I really don’t know. I can’t move my arms or legs yet.”

“Yeah, it may be because of the anesthesia. You’ll start feeling them in a few hours or days though, don’t worry about that.” She smiled encouragingly, trying to reassure me that everything would be okay.

“Uhm, sorry that I’m asking, but..how did I come here? Last thing I remember..I think I slipped in my shower.”

“Your friend brought you here. He said he heard you falling in the shower. He tried to revive you, but you wouldn’t wake up, so he brought you here. He claimed he was your partner.”

“Paul? Paul brought me here?” My interest suddenly peaked.

“Yes, that was his name. Mr. Paul Lahote.”

“Where is he now? Is he here? Can I see him?” Though I felt weak, I tried my best to get out of that hospital bed, but I couldn't feel my body, and the nurse slightly held me back.

“I’m really sorry, dear, I’m afraid you cannot see him right now. I need you to get well and rest. I will let you know in a few days though, don’t worry. Just try your best to get better. Your friends were really worried about you. You cannot see them yet, but I will let them know you’re awake and okay.”

I only nodded, and she left the room, leaving me alone. For some inexplicable reason, I had this tight feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t shake off. It felt like loneliness, sadness, and misery, though my heart was beating steadily, strong, and brought a sense of warmth through my body. I had to know what was going on, but the only thing I could do was wait.

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It had been four months since I had my heart transplant surgery and one month since I left the hospital. The doctors said it would usually take between three and six months to fully recover, but my test results were extremely encouraging, and they were hopeful that I was physically prepared to leave the hospital.

However, what both the doctors and my own friends were hiding from me all these months was the reason why I was here. I knew that transplants were extremely rare to find, let alone heart transplants, but they all assured me that there came a transplant, which was the perfect match for me, so I accepted their sayings. What I hadn’t been told until now was that Paul was the donor of the transplant.

Paul decided to sacrifice his life for me; to literally give up his own, healthy, strong heart to save my weakened one. All this time, my friends kept telling me that Paul had to work extra hours to cover the medical expenses, and they tried to keep him away because they didn’t want him to get upset over my state.

But now I knew. And though I should have been feeling heartbroken, upset, saddened, I didn’t feel any of that. I could feel the strong, loving heart under my own skin, and I could not be upset; I could never be upset. Even though I tried to mourn over the loss of Paul, the strong heart that now pumped blood all over my body did not let me feel sadness over Paul’s sacrifice.

It was as if it was feeling what I was feeling and quickly comforted and calmed me down. It was as if Paul was still here, taking care of me, making sure I was still happy and healthy. And, in a sense, Paul was still there with me - at least, a part of him; the strongest part of him; the part that loved me, cared for me and protected me.

Though Paul was not physically there, it still felt as if he was there for me, looking over me, making sure I continued my life, even if he wasn’t there to see me. I promised myself I would live for him. And I did..

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[volturiwolf]

Heavy Cart - Jared Cameron x GN!Reader Imagine

A/N: Hopefully, this is my first imagine of the many with Jared Cameron, 'cause I feel bad that he's so underrated because he's so cute and hot at the same time

A/N 2: This is also my first gender-neutral reader imagine - I hope I write more of them, because, as I identify as a female, I have trouble getting into a man's shoes and how they perceive the world, so I hope I managed to make it an easy read for any male reader

A/N 3: I was inspired to write the story when I went to the supermarket with my mother and I also suffered from moving the cart around

A/N 4: The story takes places in Spring 2021

No. of Words: 2700+

Mentions of: C*vid-19-related issues, Death/loss of a parent, Blood, Mental health issues

(Y/N)’s POV

“(Y/N), please move faster! We won’t have enough time to buy everything!” My mom was edging me once again. She wasn’t usually like this, but today she got her second dose of the Covid-19 vaccine, so she was a little agitated as she was experiencing sharp pain in her arm. I told her it was the fault of the person who injected her; it wasn’t supposed to bleed - they must not have injected her correctly, and the needle pierced her vein badly.

Nevertheless, she was mostly worried she wouldn’t have enough time to shop for everything she wanted. I tried to reassure her that we had enough time to buy everything since the supermarket would close in 4 hours, which I had to remind her was more than enough time. I drove us to the supermarket, as I was the one who was able to drive - my mother had only driven for about a year after she got her driver’s license 15 years ago, and then just gave up.

So, the moment I got my driver’s license, I became my mom’s designated driver, driving her everywhere. Whenever I wasn’t able to drive her somewhere - either because I had school or an extracurricular activity, she would ask one of our neighbors who had cars and would drive to the city anyway. This was our life - it was just my mom and me, ever since my dad passed away, when I was 5 or 6 years old, I don’t really remember; I always tried to forget.

We used to live close to the Reservation, but ever since I left for college, my mom rented a house within walking distance from Forks’ town center, so she could do everything on her own, without getting others into trouble for her. When I graduated last year, we moved back to our old house, which we were renting until then, so my mom could have a steady income, apart from the little money she made working at a local restaurant.

Apart from the scholarship I had received in college, I was also working part-time at a cafe near my college to make extra money. Coming back from college, I thought I would not be able to get a job due to the pandemic, but thankfully a local accounting office was looking for employees, so I sent my resume and after a few interviews, I was hired for the job. I was lucky enough to have amazing employers who were truly understandable and let me work from home 3 times a week. It was a really good job; it paid well, and I was gaining a lot of experience and expertise. It also allowed me to stay close to my mom, and be able to take care of her.

Being just the two of us, we didn’t need too many things, so we would only drive to the supermarket every 3 or 4 weeks. Today was one of those times when we barely had any food at home, so we needed to go and buy groceries. Besides going to work, I was trying to postpone leaving the house as much as I could, so I dreaded every single time we had to go to the supermarket. Wearing masks was annoying, but necessary, and to be honest, I would wear one even if it wasn’t required. I knew that didn’t sit well with my skin, which started flaring up with zits here and there, but I was always a germaphobe anyway, so the pandemic was just what I needed for my mental health to flip out the window.

We arrived rather quickly at the supermarket; thankfully, the parking lot was not as packed as it usually was, though my mom and I still expected it to be filled within the next one or two hours. Surprisingly, the supermarket was quite big for La Push standards, and it was easily comparable with Forks’ supermarkets. The Quileute tribe put a lot of effort, time, and money to create a functional community, and that also included the supermarket. Usually, people from Forks would look down on people from the Rez, but the supermarket was just one of the factors that showed that La Push was just as good as Forks - apart from the fact that we literally were so close to nature and the beach, which people from Forks would often visit.

We put our masks on and took our reusable bags before exiting the car, and locking it behind us. The air around us was chilly, and there were signs of either rain or a storm coming. We quickly entered the supermarket, and I went to grab a shopping cart. There was an unprecedented silence around the store, which was unlike its usual commotion, and I was just thankful for the lack of people around. Usually, by that time, there were so many people around, barely keeping a distance between them, and my anxiety and nerves would reach the roof due to their ignorance for safety.

Moving around, my mom first led me through the kitchenware aisles. She was looking around the glasses aisle, murmuring that she needed to buy new glasses, but the kitchen was too small to fit more glasses, and she didn’t have enough money yet to renovate the kitchen. She had been talking about renovating the kitchen ever since my dad passed away, but she never did - at this point, I didn’t know if it was a money issue, or if the old kitchen reminded her of my dad, and she didn’t want to lose these memories of him. After all, he was the one who built the whole kitchen; who put together all the cabinets and counters; who spent the most time in the kitchen, cooking all the time because he loved cooking for his small family.

Moving around the aisles, we reached the linen, and my mom stopped. She asked me to help her around, because she needed to buy new linen, as most of the ones she currently had were starting to have holes from the extended use. I helped her by grabbing a few different bed sheets from the shelves for her to compare different patterns and qualities. She was quite indecisive between choosing plain sheets or the ones with the flower patterns. I told her I preferred the flower patterns - they looked more beautiful. She silently agreed with me and told me to put one pink flower-patterned set for a king-sized bed in the cart. She went to grab another set of the same pattern for my single bed, but I stopped her, telling her it would be easier to tell them apart in the drawers if they were of different colors. She looked at me like she was lost until she finally understood what I meant, and went on to grab a blue flower-patterned set with her good hand. We then bought similar sets for the pillow covers, before leaving the linen aisle.

We walked around, grabbing whatever my mom told me to get. I raised one eyebrow at her; she usually had a shopping list with her, which I always forced her to write in advance, because, most of the time, we ended up buying things we didn’t need, and filling up the shopping cart way too much. I asked her if she had an actual shopping list with her, and she showed me the paper she took out of her pocket, proud that she had made a shopping list on her own, as I forgot to remind her that day. I laughed at her childlike reaction; it was times like these that reminded me of how happy my mom used to be. I believed that she, indeed, needed all these things that she told me to put in the cart - shampoos, shower gels, styling foam for her hair, rice crisps, sodas, and so many other things that, unfortunately for me, made the cart heavier and harder to move around. The fact that many of the items were on sale did not help my case, as I could barely move the cart around, though my mom was moving around easily, as if she didn’t really feel a pain in her arm, ordering me to keep putting stuff in the cart.

Yet, I continued moving the cart around, dangerously close to colliding with other people and carts, as I was practically chasing my mom around the store, before losing her completely. I was still walking around, pushing the cart, trying to look for her. I had given her my phone before we left the car, as the pants I was wearing today did not have pockets, and I had nowhere to put it; I then thought we would stick together, but I did actually expect her to get lost somewhere inside the store, and leave me wandering around.

Not even five minutes into looking around for my mom, I took a turn on the snacks aisle where I thought I could find her, pushing the cart to follow my orders. Instead, in an effort of pushing it harsher, its weight acted as an accelerating force, spinning around, pulling me with it. And suddenly, the cart stopped with a loud crash, and a young man yelping in pain from the unexpectedly harsh collision. Said man was laying on the floor, sitting on his butt, rubbing his side, eyes closed, and shouting profanities. I was shocked and so embarrassed that I hit someone with my cart. My cheeks were burning, my eyes widened. I quickly ran by his side.

“Oh my God! I’m so, so sorry! I lost control of the cart! I'm so sorry!” As the man did nothing to reply back to me but kept murmuring to himself, I started losing my calm. “I’m so sorry! Can I help you in any way? Make it up to you?”

The man turned to look away from me, clearly angry under his black mask. “Can you stop? I’m clearly in pain, and I cannot listen to you right now!” He sounded upset and angry, and I gulped in fear.

Another man, who looked similar to the man I had hit but was more muscular, came by us, seeing everything that happened. “Come on, Jared. It was clearly an accident. Besides, you didn’t even get a scratch. Stop exasperating!” He then turned to look back at me, his eyes smiling, and waved at me. “Hi, I’m Paul. I’m sorry for my friend’s reaction.”

The man I had hit, Jared, turned his head up to look at his friend. “Are you serious, Paul? They couldn’t even look around…” He suddenly stopped yelling when he turned around to meet my gaze with his one. His eyes widened, and he kept staring at me for a few seconds, not saying a thing.

I thought there was something seriously wrong with him. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Have I hurt you in any way? I’m really sorry!” I started panicking, trying to figure out if he was okay, or he had a concussion or something because he still hadn’t spoken a word to me or his friend; he just stared at me, lost in thought.

His friend started laughing for reasons I couldn’t understand. “Oh, man! Oh, man! You got it bad! Welcome to the club! Finally!” He was laughing and clapping his hands at the sight of his speechless friend. I still had no idea what was going on.

“Listen, my mom will probably start looking for me soon. Let me give you my number, just in case anything happens, if you feel dizzy or sick, or if you got a concussion or something. I promise I’ll take care of the medical expenses, should you need anything, okay?” I could probably not afford his medical expenses, but his lost gaze made me feel terribly guilty about what I may have caused to the young man.

“No, no. It’s okay. I’m okay. Don’t worry about it.” He quickly stood up, his eyes smiling, handing me his phone. “But, you can give me your number. You know, just in case I may need anything.”

I smiled under the mask and wrote my number down on his phone. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Come on, we’re gonna get late!” My mom’s voice interrupted us, and I turned around to look at my impatient mom raising her eyebrow, looking at my interaction with Jared.

I sighed. “Coming, mom..” I turned back to Jared, trying to look as apologetic as I could under the mask. “I’m sorry. Got to go now. Goodbye, Jared. Goodbye, Paul.” I said my goodbyes to the two guys before I attempted to turn the incredibly heavy cart around.

“Hey, wait!” Jared stopped me, running towards me. “Let me help you. You know, so you don’t collide with anyone else, and have to give them your number, too.” His eyes were kind and somehow started sparkling when I accepted his help.

I didn’t know how he seemed to easily move the cart around, not struggling for a second. Okay, it wasn’t that I was weak; I was pretty strong for someone who was never into exercising, weightlifting, and such. But Jared seemed extremely strong, and his muscles flexed slightly under his long-sleeved tight shirt when he was pushing my cart around. He caught me staring at him, but didn’t say anything; he was just smiling and laughing quietly. I don’t know why my heart was beating so fast upon hearing his laughter, but his laughter sounded like music to my ears.

My mom seemed to question the two of us under her mask but didn’t say anything else, when I simply told her that I hit Jared with the cart she forced me to fill up with seemingly unnecessary stuff, and now he was offering to help me to save everyone else from any possible collisions. Thankfully, there weren’t many more things my mom needed, so we were done within the next ten minutes.

We went through the cash register fairly quickly, and for, probably, the first time since the pandemic started, we didn’t spend as much money as we did the previous times. Though the cart was extremely heavy, what we bought wasn’t nearly as expensive as the other times, probably because we didn’t buy as many fruits and vegetables, or as much meat as we used to. My mom had recently started growing her own vegetables in our own garden with extreme success, so we only bought what we couldn’t grow.

I expected Jared to get back to Paul after we exited the supermarket, but he followed us, helping me load the bags in the trunk, as my mom could only stand and stare. I just told her to get in the car and make herself comfortable, as Jared was helping me lift the bags off the cart and onto the trunk. He barely let me take a single bag, as he took everything out of the cart, only asking me where I wanted to put the bags. Holy hell, that was so attractive for a man to do, especially for a man like Jared.

After we loaded everything into the car, I closed the trunk, thanking Jared, and went on to get to the driver’s seat and leave. However, Jared stopped me, placing his hand on my arm, not putting any pressure on it; he just touched me enough to get my attention.

“Hey, I was wondering..if you wanted to go out sometime. For a coffee, or lunch, or a movie, whatever you want, really.” He sounded nervous. Was he asking me on a date?

“Sure. I’m free on the weekend when I don’t work. So, just text or call me, and we can go wherever you like.” I smiled at him, hoping he understood the reaction under my mask.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Thank you.” On the spur of the moment, he leaned forwards, hugging me tightly, before stepping away. “Bye, (Y/N). See you!” He ran away, going back to the supermarket, probably to meet up with Paul.

I was stunned as to what happened right now. My heart was pounding, I was slightly shivering, and I was pretty sure I had the stupidest-looking grin under my mask. I didn’t even register what happened today, but whatever it was, I was too excited; too willing to meet up with Jared once again.

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JOKER OUT

Ker si en delček vzela s seboj - Bojan x fem!musician!reader - part 1, 2

Ona - Bojan Cvjetićanin x fem!reader

Boys Kissing Behind Closed Doors - Jan Peteh x Nace Jordan

TWILIGHT SAGA

DEMETRI VOLTURI:

Soulmates - A Demetri Volturi x Reader Imagine

It's All Greek To Me - A Demetri Volturi x fem!Reader Imagine

Stuck With You - A Demetri Volturi x fem!Reader Imagine (A Sequel to 'It’s All Greek To Me')

When the Mate Bond Fails - A yandere!Felix x vampire!fem!reader x yandere!Demetri Imagine

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ALEC VOLTURI:

Siren - An Alec Volturi x Vampire!GN!Reader Imagine - Part 1, Part 2 (final)

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FELIX VOLTURI:

When the Mate Bond Fails - A yandere!Felix x vampire!fem!reader x yandere!Demetri Imagine

Exiles - A Felix Volturi x vampire!fem!reader - Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

The Volturi Princess - A Felix Volturi x fem!Reader Story - SERIES (ongoing) Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11

💜💜💜

EMBRY CALL:

Unorthodox - An Embry Call x vampire!fem!Reader Story - SERIES (finished) Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 (final)

Redemption - An Embry Call x vampire!fem!Reader Story (A Sequel to 'Unorthodox') - SERIES (ongoing) Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 (HUGE WARNING) // Part 5 // Part 6 //

🫧🫧🫧

JARED CAMERON:

Heavy Cart - Jared Cameron x GN!Reader Imagine

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PAUL LAHOTE:

Road trip to Fate - Paul Lahote x fem!Reader Imagine - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (final)

Last Christmas - A Paul Lahote x GN!Reader Story

Headcanon of being Paul Lahote’s Human Imprint (GN)

Road Rage - A Paul Lahote x fem!Reader Imagine

Supergirl - A Paul Lahote x fem!Reader

Dandelions - A Paul Lahote x fem!reader Story - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (final)

🎆🎆🎆

SAM ULEY:

We Belong Together - A Sam Uley x fem!Reader Imagine

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QUIL ATEARA:

Good Girls Are Bad Girls That Haven't Been Caught - A Quil Ateara x fem!Reader Imagine

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MISCELLANEOUS:

The Dance Off - OCs x fem!Reader Twilight story

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