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trumpkinhotboy · 9 months

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“I’ll keep an eye on you”

Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: A bit spooky, but mostly fluffy and comforting vibes

Warnings: Mention of blood and being chased after (but nothing too intense)

Rating: g

Word count: ~ 2K

Requests: Open! For Twilight wolfpack, Narnia and Harry Potter

A/n: Honestly, I’m really excited about this fic. I think it’s very sweet and comforting :3 My brain is bubbling with so many ideas lately so expect new pieces from me in the close future hehe. Also if you have any requests feel free to message me!!

I recommend listening to a Twilight Comfort playlist while reading this. Hope you enjoyy <33

*gif is not mine!!

Summary: After the reader survives an encounter with a vampire, they are still haunted by the memories of it. Luckily, they have a caring and protective friend who is always ready to ensure they feel safe and cared for, even in the middle of the night.

Wrong place, wrong time.

You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to erase the terrible images invading your brain. For a week now, they have been omnipresent, taking up all the space in your mind. They are the center and focal point of your thoughts for days on end. As you open them again, your vision adjusts to the darkness just enough for your gaze to fall on a strange form crouched in the corner of your bedroom. You could swear it’s alive. Swear it’s stalking you.

You jump out of your bed to turn your nightlamp on. Your heart feels like it might spring out of your chest of its own accord. Your breath is short, and for a moment, you think you’ll never be able to take one that will actually get air in your system.

The menacing form in the corner turned out to be a pile of dirty clothes, but you knew that. Since that day, you feel irrational and paranoid. Everything feels like a threat, and you are now constantly looking over your shoulder, paying close attention to any suspicious sound or absence of it. You’ve talked about it with Harry Clearwater when you unexpectedly met at the Reservation one day. You did not hear him coming, and he had set his heavy hand on your shoulder to get your attention. Which resulted in a glass shattering scream for you and a bad fright for the poor man. As he invited you in for a calming cup of tea, you unloaded the weight on your shoulder to him. It felt good to talk about it, knowing you could never do so with your dad and your friends. He assured you that it unfortunately was a very normal reaction from your nervous system. You had faced the world's most dangerous predator and had survived it without a single scratch. Of course it would take some time for your traumatized brain to go back to normal. You could never take credit for the fact that you even had a chance to go back to normal, and would never attempt to do so. Knowing very well that without Paul, Jared, and Embry’s arrival, you would not have lived to talk about this encounter.

When you focus and let your mind drift off, you can live the event again, as if you were back in time. The paralyzing fear, the blood in your veins feeling like icy water. There was nothing to be done against a creature like that. You remember the horror you felt as everything became silent around you. You were headed to Emily's cabin, a simple, straightforward walk through the woods. The birds suddenly stopped singing, even the soft wind had died down. The forest knew it was in the presence of something truly horrible and had seemed to hold its breath, along with every creature. The color of its eyes was like in every legend you had been told; crimson red, like fresh blood. Not one ounce of humanity in those orbs, just a bottomless pit of cruelty and hunger. The worst thing was the pull you remember feeling for a split second toward that monster. You knew it was its sole purpose, but felt embarrassed you had fallen for it. Shivers crawled down your spine as you recalled its ethereal and hypnotizing appearance. It’s like you can hear again the faint swooshing sound it made as it sprang towards you. You remember sending out a quick prayer to literally any entity who would be listening right now, but the blow never came. Next thing you knew, three giant beasts tackled it to the ground, gnarling and dismembering it in a matter of seconds.

You open your eyes and shake your head to try and physically get those horrible memories outside of your skull. You lay back in bed, anxiously watching every corner of your room for some sign of danger. You left the light open, you knew there was no chance you could fall asleep without it. You tucked yourself back in bed and tried to calm your breathing. You tried every technique you knew, hoping sleep would grace you with its embrace, but nothing worked.

You look back at the clock after a while. 1:15 am. It was too late for you to get out of bed, and morning was still so far away. You had school the next day and knew that if you spent one more night without sleeping, you wouldn’t be able to explain to your teachers why you dozed off again in their class without them calling your father.

In a last effort, you tried thinking about reassuring and comforting things. Curiously enough, one kept coming back to mind. A giant wolf, its fur a multitude of shades of brown and red. Its eyes were sweet and reassuring, containing a particular warmth. You looked at your phone, hesitating, but remembered his voice: “If there’s absolutely anything, call me okay?”

And so you did.

Twenty minutes later, you got a text. You quietly walked to your window, glad to see Jacob’s familiar shape outside your house. He was standing next to a tree, representing for once a friendly and reassuring shadow in the night.

He spoke quietly. “Having trouble sleeping?”

You nodded, a bit ashamed to admit such an infantile fear. Although, deep inside, you knew there was nothing childish about being afraid of the monster you had been warned about as a child, once you had come face to face with it.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I'd totally understand if you'd rather not stay. I mean it's late and you need to sleep. I don't know what I was thinking…”

“Don't be ridiculous." he cut you off. "I’m already here. And once you’ve been asleep for a long time, I’ll go home and catch up on my beauty sleep, okay?”

You knew it wouldn’t take much convincing from him, there was no point in lying. You needed him. You needed the reassurance and sense of security he always brought you.

"If you're sure then… but Jake. You won't leave too soon uh?"

You heard his low chuckle in the distance.

“I promise.”

You slowly and quietly closed your window. The last thing you would want is for your father to wake up and see Jacob standing below your window. You looked back outside, only to see a giant russet wolf had replaced your tall friend. He was standing under the covers of the woods. Forks was a tranquil little city, but you could never be too careful. He gave you a quick nod, encouraging you to go back to bed. You sent him a little thumbs up before heading to your fort of blankets and pillows.

As stupid as it might have seemed, you did feel a thousand times better knowing that Jacob was right outside, watching over you like a guardian angel. To your surprise, sleep quickly came to you, and you fell into its black hole without any resistance.

You’re in a dark forest, running and running and running. You can’t breathe, your hands are bloody, everything hurts. All you can hear is an echoing, cold, cruel laugh. You trip over a root and fall. Something is rushing through the dark woods, coming at you. You get back up and run in the opposite direction, but it feels like you’re not getting any further, like you're running in place. You scream for help, calling out for Jacob, Paul, Embry, Jared, ANYONE, HELP ME. But no one answers, you’re alone, and you’re about to die a horrible death. You trip once more, your leg hurts like hell, there’s no point trying to get up again. You turn around to try and decipher who, what, is running after you. Suddenly, in the dark void of the night, all you can see is that horrifying pair of bloodthirsty eyes. You let out one last scream as it sinks its teeth into your skin. //

“Y/n, y/n, wake up! It’s okay I’m here, Y/n!”

You try to run out of bed but feel a strong pair of arms holding you back. The embrace is warm and smells familiar, but you’re not controlling your limbs anymore. Your whole body is in flight mode. Luckily, the thing (person?) holding you back is strong enough to withstand it, and even though you try as hard as you can to run away, your feet aren't even touching the ground anymore.

“Y/nn, Y/n, shhh. It’s okay, I’m here, it’s me. It’s Jacob.”

You focus on the reassuring tone of the voice and try to convince yourself you're not in the woods anymore. You can see your surroundings poorly illuminated by your little mushroom night light. You're in your room, you’re safe, you’re okay.

Your breathing is still fast and shallow. You blink a few times. Sometimes, the vision surrounding you is one of the cold woods. On other, it's the familiar vision of your room. You slowly turn to face your friend’s face. His brows are furrowed, and his traits have worry written on them in bold letters. He scans you, not quite letting go of your body. Too scared you might start screaming and running again.

“Jake?” “Yes, hi. Welcome back. You really scared me there Y/n.” “What- what are you doing in here? What happened?” Your tone is feeble, and you feel exhausted. You look around once more, afraid this might be some other kind of twisted and terrifying nightmare.

“Am I still dreaming?” You dare to ask. “No, you are awake. We’re in your room. You asked me to come to keep an eye on you, remember?”

You nod, still unsure. What if this was a dream inside a dream? What if the warm limbs of your friend suddenly turned ice cold? What if you looked at him and his eyes turned red, fangs slightly poking his lips?

He can see doubt dancing in your eyes. You don't trust him, or yourself. He holds up his palms towards you, trusting you won't bolt and run.

“See for yourself. I’m real, you can touch me.”

You reach a hesitating finger, carefully poking his own. Seems real enough, feels real. It's warm, the skin is wonderfully tanned, familiar. You’ve seen those hands at work a thousand times. You know them by heart. You poke his cheek, and he gives you a tender smile.

“Convinced?”

You nod once more, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, as your legs start to shake. That's the thing about dreams, isn’t it? Even if it’s only happening inside your head, your body reacts to it as if it were actually living it. You look at your hands, feeling reminiscent of the pain as if you did scorch them in the woods.

He interrupts your thoughts with a low and soft voice. “Come back in bed. I’ll tuck you in.”

He wraps your hands with his huge ones. They’re warm and feel incredibly good. You let him guide you back to your toasty blankets, but instead of leaving, he takes a spot next to you, shielding you from the window.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a timid voice. “I’m keeping an eye on you, dummy.” Your feet are poking from under the covers. You move to offer him a bit of coverage, but he declines. He is already hot enough as he is, although he can’t deny that his heart seemed to grow a size or two at the kind gesture.

You wait a minute before asking how he ended up in your room. You're not sure you want to know, but curiosity wins over embarrassment.

His expression darkens for a second before he starts talking. “I was just keeping guard outside when I heard a noise. You were calling for me… I didn’t even think, I just got in. You were twitching in your bed. I tried to calm you down, I didn't want it to wake up Charlie, but nothing would do. I was about to forcefully wake you, but you ran out of bed and woke up by yourself.”

“Oh.” You finally let after a few seconds of silence.

“Yup.”

Unconsciously, you're not sure, he took ahold of your hand and lightly played with your fingers. He finally lifted his gaze from your joined hands to look at you, all caring and reassuring. You slide in closer to him. All you want is to feel his comforting warmth and maybe offer him as much as you can too. You feel so bad for worrying him so much. He opens up his arms and cradles you in a bear hug. He won't say it out loud, but he's also in dire need of comfort.

You match your breathing to him, and for the first time in a little while, you’re not scared, not even a little bit. If only you could stay like this forever.

After a few minutes of silence, in which you almost fell asleep, you hear him whisper.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I should have been there. I should have protected you. I’m so sorry, you don't even know.”

“It’s not your fault Jake.” You mumble, and realize you're telling the truth. These are more than empty words. Never has it crossed your mind that this might have been his fault.

“It partially is, if I didn’t drag you into all this you might have been far away. Safe, away from monsters most people don't even know exist."

“I chose to follow you into this Jake. I would be lying if I said this wasn't one of the most horrifying experiences of my life, but it was not your fault. Please get that idea out of your head, okay? I’ll get over it. I guess I just need some time, as Harry said.”

You feel almost fully awake again. He nods, but you know you haven't convinced him. The look on his face is one of guilt, one you've come to know more and more since you learned about his secret. He mindlessly played with a feather poking out of your duvet, avoiding your gaze. Once again, you realized how mature he looked, while still being so young. Too young to carry such heavy burdens. You wanted to hammer the idea out of his thick skull, but you knew there was nothing to do about it tonight. Jacob felt responsible for what happened to you, and convincing him of the opposite would take some time.

Your eyes focused on his tanned skin, and you suddenly became hyper-aware that he was in your bed while only wearing his jeans short.

You inched away of him. “Uhm, want a shirt? I’m sorry, I didn't even think that, since you were in your wolf form, you uh… wouldn’t have one?” You let out an awkward laugh. You were used to seeing him like this, but it was different when you were both lying in bed together in a space that felt so intimate.

“That's nice of you Y/n, but I don't think I'd actually fit into one of your shirts.” He snickers as you get up. You're still wrapped in a blanket as you forage in the pile of clothes next to your bed. You get out of it with a dark cotton t-shirt in hand. It's humongous for you, but you know it will fit Jake like a glove. Probably because it is one of his own.

“There, dummy.” You hand him the t-shirt before jumping back in bed to wrap yourself properly, like a human burrito.

He looks at the piece of clothing and then at you for a good 10 seconds. “You still have this?”

He genuinely looks surprised, but his expression seems mixed with a hint of… satisfaction?

You nod, your nose and eyes being the only part of your anatomy still out of the blankets. You still remember the day he lent you that shirt when you had been caught in the rain at La Push. You never returned it to him, loving the way the gigantic piece of clothing felt on you.

He didn't add anything else before putting the shirt on. “It smells a lot like you.” He adds, a slight tremor in his voice.

“That might be because I wear it a lot to sleep.” You shamefully admit. Your words are nothing more than a whisper, but you know he didn’t have any trouble hearing them. You pull the covers even higher, trying to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Is that so?” He's smugly smirking. No doubt anymore that he is satisfied with that new piece of information, which makes you want to crawl even further under the covers.

You mutter a quick 'dumbass' before turning away from him. He chuckled before grabbing and pulling you on his broad chest like you weighted nothing more than a feather. You and Jake have always been comfortable with physical touch, but you feel like this is special. You have never done this before. Fine the circumstances were a bit peculiar, but that did not keep you from relishing in the warmth he diffused in waves. You didn't even bother to fake protest. This, is all you need, and you will not be foolish enough to ruin the moment. He wiggles even closer, and you can feel his chest come flush with your back through the layers of blankets. He rests his chin on the crown of your head before lightly stroking the side of his full cheek on your hair.

“Little human burrito.” He mutters. His voice is barely a whisper. Its husky tone makes you shiver. “I’ll watch over you, now go back to sleep.”

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Here is part.2 🌟

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mxlti-lover · 10 months

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Sick {Paul Lahote}

Summary: You fell sick with a really bad cold, but how were you supposed to tell your werewolf boyfriend you didn’t want him to cuddle you?

Warnings: none, just a sad Paul.

Word Count: 1059

(P.S. please don’t judge too hard if this is terrible, I haven’t written in a while and I’m a little rusty…)

*do not steal or copyright any of my work pls and thank you*

You woke up that morning feeling horrible. Your nose was so clogged you could barely breathe and you had the worst honking cough.

You laid in bed, curled into a ball watching your favorite Disney movie. You knew you should tell Paul, but you didn’t really want him at the moment. Don’t get it twisted, you loved Paul to death, I mean, he was your mate, but when you got sick like this, his body heat didn’t help.

You knew he would want to cuddle you, give you some scalp massages as he checked up on you every minute of the hour, but right now, you just wanted to be alone.

That is until you heard the front door opening.

“Y/N! Baby! Where are you?!” Paul shouted.

You knew he probably sensed you weren’t okay as he still had an hour before he usually got home from patrol. Probably talking Sam into letting him leave early.

“I’m upstairs!” You called out the best you could, your throat feeling raw from coughing.

You heard footsteps rush up the stairs and soon Paul’s tall figure stood in the doorway, scanning you over, a frown on his face.

“Baby…why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” He asked softly as he made his way over to the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed as he leaned over kissing your forehead and cheek softly, checking if you had a fever.

“You’re burning up baby.” He spoke sadly, sitting up again to look at you.

You knew you weren’t a pretty sight as you hadn't gotten up at all that morning. Your hair probably a tangled mess, your nose probably red and chapped from how much you had to blow it and your face looking as pale as a ghost.

“I didn’t want to bother you..” You lied, as you spoke barely above a whisper. Your voice raspy as you knew you were probably gonna lose it soon.

“Baby, you wouldn’t be bothering me at all. I would rather be by your side taking care of you, than on patrol.” He says frowning at the idea of you being alone all morning like this.

You sigh as you rub your face sitting up, his hand coming down to softly push you back down.

“You’re not getting up baby. Whatever you need I’ll get for you. Now, have you eaten at all today?” He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head no as you leaned into his touch, his warmth radiating against your skin.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” He says as he gets up and his figure disappears from the doorway.

You sigh as you curl back up into a ball, watching the movie again, guilt washing over you. You knew he would want to cuddle you, as his love language is definitely physical touch. Especially when it comes to taking care of you.

But you didn’t want his cuddles at the moment. Your skin was already burning underneath the thin blanket you chose, let alone having your own personal heater of a boyfriend coming to lay next to you.

You took a deep breath as you let that thought slip your mind for now, closing your eyes as your body needed sleep. That is until you struggled to breath again, groaning softly as you sat up, blowing your nose for the hundredth time that morning.

A few minutes later you heard Paul coming back into the room with a small tray. On it sat a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a glass of apple juice - your two favorite things to have when you were sick.

You smiled up at him as you sat up in bed, fluffing up the pillows behind your back to sit more comfortably.

Paul set the tray down carefully into your lap as you immediately dig into the soup, humming softly as the warmth from the soup soothed your throat.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you looked up at Paul.

“You’re welcome baby girl.” He says sitting down next to you as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head.

He looked over at the TV as he chuckled softly at the movie that was playing. “Should’ve known you were watching this.”

“It’s my favorite movie to watch when I’m sick.” You protested shooting daggers at him as he raised his hands up in defense.

“I know my love, I was just messing with you. Now finish up your soup and I’ll give you some well deserved cuddles, yeah?” He says leaning over kissing your cheek.

You nod as you put on a fake smile, sighing into the bite of soup you took. How are you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you don’t want him to cuddle you?

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It’s been 10 minutes now since you finished your soup and your boyfriend immediately pulling you into him to cuddle.

Your head laid on his chest, as your arms wrapped around his torso like you usually would. Your legs tangled with one another.

You will admit that it was nice for the first few minutes, sighing contently as you closed your eyes. But now, it was starting to become unbearable. Your skin felt like it was on fire, as you began to squirm uncomfortably.

“Paul, can you please let me go? I can’t do this anymore, you’re making my skin burn up more than it already is.” You mumbled as you tried to get out of his grip.

He looked down at you, hurt. He let go of you as you moved away from him, panting softly to yourself as you enjoyed the cold air hitting your body.

You knew Paul was hurt, and you didn’t mean for it to come off so harshly, you just needed to get away from him.

Paul watched as you relaxed feeling terrible that he made you feel even more uncomfortable than you already were.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything..” He spoke barely above a whisper, as he leaned over, kissing the crown of your head softly, before getting up, exiting your room.

“Paul, don’t leave! I still want you with me.” You begged as you tried to reach out for him, but he continued to walk out your room, upset with himself that he made his girlfriend uncomfortable.

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I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!🫶

- Paige

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iveleftitwithyou · 17 days

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ruderal pt. 1 | paul lahote x reader

hi everyone! this is my first ever twilight imagine (and the first fanfic i've written in like 5 years) and it's already looking like it will be somewhat of a series. would love to hear your feedback (good or bad) on this, or if you want a second part :)

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ruderal pt. 1 | paul lahote x reader

word count: 1.1k | based off a random writing prompt generator

you never know who you’ll run into at a funeral - or, in this case, the reception.

the church gymnasium was full of Forks residents, gathered to celebrate the life of Deborah Lewin. she worked as a teacher in the town for 30 years, long enough to teach the kin of some of her first classes of students. so, it wasn’t a surprise that the echoey cinderblock room was nearly full of people.

you were seated at a table towards the middle of the space, sharing it with some of your friends who you’d had class with back when you had Mrs. Lewin as a teacher. you gazed out upon the sea of figures dressed in black, taking a mental inventory of all of the familiar faces in the room, when you spotted a face you didn’t expect to see entering the door.

“oh my god” you winced, averting your gaze and lowering your head immediately before you had the chance to be spotted.

“what?” your friend Ruby said, slightly panicked at your sudden, albeit quiet, outburst.

“Paul’s here.” you deadpanned, planning your escape as you spoke.

“Paul Lahote?” you hadn’t seen him in years, since he broke up with you over the phone for seemingly no reason on a random wednesday night.

“what other Paul could it be?” it came out harsher than you intended, but right now, you couldn’t seem to care that much.

of course, you looked up at the exact wrong time - Paul was looking at you from across the room. he stood in the food line next to Jacob Black, holding a ladle full of potato salad in one hand and a paper plate in the other.

before you could even really recognize that he was, in fact, staring at you, the two of you made direct eye contact. in the split second before you instinctually looked away, you could have sworn you saw Paul’s face twitch into the same shocked expression that you wore on your face as you watched him walk in the room just a few minutes ago. however, there seemed to be something more behind his eyes, too; you couldn’t tell if it was fear, or pain, or sorrow, but there was something else there.

“do you want to leave?” Ruby’s words snapped you out of your small trance.

“no, i’m not here for me. i’m here for Mrs. Lewin. Paul’s not important enough for me to need to leave.” your words were unconvincing, even to yourself. you’d never truly moved on, never forgiven Paul for what he had done. he couldn’t even explain why - he just kept repeating that it was “for your own good” and “you’d be better off without him.” it stung that he would be willing to throw away nearly a year of time spent together, and to not even dignify you with doing it in person?

“i think i’m going to step outside for a second. it’s really hot in here and this sweater is not helping.” you tugged at the collar of your thick turtleneck. it was normally one of your favorites, but the mixture of anxiety and embarrassment bringing your body temperature up was enough for you to want to rip it off of your body as soon as humanly possible.

Ruby nodded, eyeing you suspiciously but recognizing that asking any questions right now would be entirely unproductive. the redhead turned back to your other friends, starting to tell the story of when Tyler Jackson broke her arm under the slide in kindergarten.

the cold, damp air brought you back to a somewhat normal headspace as you stepped outside. it was times like these, standing under an awning, watching the rain fall on the trees and the parked cars in front of you, that you wished you smoked cigarettes. you bet that it would help calm your nerves even more; to distract you from the feelings that had been stirred up tonight.

but, you had none, so you opted to take deep breaths in and out instead. your eyes closed and you slid down the wall, planting yourself cross-legged on the concrete. after a few minutes of meditative breathing and counting the raindrops that dripped onto the shrubbery in front of you, you heard the old church door creak open.

“y/n?” a small, deep voice asked. you still had not looked up from the shrubs, but you knew that voice anywhere. this time, though, it sounded different. weaker.

“what do you want, Paul?” your tone was laced with annoyance. despite whatever feelings you had remaining for him, he was probably the last person you wanted to talk to right now.

“can i sit with you?” he asked, taking a small step forward. he waited for your gentle nod before awkwardly parking himself next to you, but not too close. you were grateful for the space that remained, already regretting your split-second decision to allow him to join you.

“now will you tell me what you want? why you’re even bothering to speak to me?”

“i miss you.” he sighed. you could see him rubbing his temples with his impressively large hand, eyes covered and a slight wince on his face as he waited for your reaction.

“you miss me? you fucking miss me? go to hell, Paul. you’re the one who ended things - over the fucking phone, might i add - not me. you have no right to come over here and act like you even deserve to be sitting next to me right now, let alone telling me you miss me.” you were on your feet now, trying and failing to keep your voice down as you watched Paul seem to recoil at your tone. you were still confused why he was acting like this; usually, nothing could crack his tough exterior, but here he was with his knees to his chest pushing himself against the church wall, not even making eye contact with you.

“now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m going back inside. this day is not about you, or me.”

“y/n, wait-“ Paul’s voice was cut off by the closing of the heavy church door.

you sighed as you walked back to your table, joining your friends once again.

“hey y/n, feeling better?” your friend Jordan asked. you smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, nodding a little too fast. he didn’t seem to notice - they must not have seen Paul follow you outside. for that, you were grateful, in no mood to discuss whatever just happened.

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part 2 here :)

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stxr-slut · 5 days

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The fact I show my affection through biteing in to funny.

Like I would 100% take a bite out of whichever of my partners body pars was closest to my head at the time.

I need to write an imagine abt reader who bites (self indulgent, I know) and their bf is covered in bite marks n their friends see and tease them abt it but they just fully don't care.

Like idk if anyone has ever written that specifically before, I've seen similar concepts tho.

But like who would it suit more? I'm thinking like.. sirius or jj, maybe jacob??

(Bonus points if I can include a joke abt how sirius/jacob is supposed to be the 'dog', not reader)

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nymphastoriasblog · 2 years

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EMMETT CULLEN AND SKIN CARE 💖

i did this one with Jasper and y’all seemed to like it. I think I am going to write with the others Twilight characters :)

warnings: swearing and Emmett being weird.

pairing: emmett cullen x human!reader

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So first of all, Emmett cares about his appearance. Like, a lot.

Even though he can’t age and his skin is flawless, he will still wear some makeup sometimes (usually for fun)

Dating a human has been a quite funny experience to him. He loves to watch you doing human regular things.

And this include him watching you doing your skin care routine completely AMUSED

His eyes literally shined when he first saw how much different and colorful products you keep in your vanity

Every night you’ll be using your regular serum and he will beg for his life to see you using that pink face mask that you recently bought because it’s ✨cute✨

Emmett is always delighted when you ask him to go shopping with you

“I’m not using this, babe, it’s not for my skin type”, you say as he keeps putting things in your basket just because he wants

“I’ll try it on my skin”, he’d say

He doesn’t care if you’re doing your own shit, he wants to sit besides you in your vanity bench and wants you to put all sorts of products in his face

“How do you feel?”, you say after finally put a red face mask on his face

“Fucking delicious”, and the boy will put the most devilish grin in his face

Emmett lived during the 90s and he had created this deep fantasy within him of a skin care date night watching a movie or so

Now that you’re his soulmate, that is possible

So he LOVES to pick a movie (Usually something like Hocus Pocus or maybe Clueless) and sit in your carpet in front of the screen while you wait for the products to dry or to make some effect on your skin

And I have to say that Emmett is the type of person to add comments throughout the movie

I will maybe work on that later but he’s the type to add a joke during a scary scene in a terror movie that will get you wheezing instead of horrified

After a few skin care dates, Emmett developed some good taste in self care products 🤌🏻

I know that he likes his appearance but he was the type of guy to use anything he could reach.

Before you, he would use Rosalie’s shampoo (which makes her furious) and Carlisle conditioner (he doesn’t really care but it’s not for Emmett’s hair type)

But since you’ve started dating, Emmett knows his hair type, your hair type, your skin type and he has memorized every product you use everyday

Now he can go shopping by his own and buy exactly what you need

But you always go with him because it’s so much fun

Sometimes you’re just giggling around the store nonstop because of something Emmett did

Like the time he drop a whole shelf of products when he turned around to your call (and his shoulder hit the shelf)

Emmett is the type of boyfriend to tag you in a Instagram’s post of those influencers skin care products haul

And you LOVE IT because he usually actually buy the products when you seemed to like one in specific

Emmett’s an angel

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wordofthewicked · 2 years

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Showtime- Paul Lahote

Fic description: A chance meeting one sunny afternoon on La Push brings you face to face with Paul Lahote. Your strange connection with him, and the fact that it was his soccer ball that broke your nose, you were wrapped up into an unseen world that lived in tandem with yours. How far are you willing to go for true love? How far are you willing to go to protect the people you love?

TW: Slight NSFW, making out, nothing crazy

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Part Six

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Part Seven

Being away from Paul was harder than you anticipated. You found yourself much more agitated than usual, snapping at your parents when they asked you questions, and finding it hard to sit still. You did your best to hide this, not wanting to give your parents any more reasons to be suspicious. Still, they took your new attitude to heart, and one night at dinner, they decided to approach you about it.

“Sweetheart, we’re just worried about you. You’ve been… different the past few weeks.” Your mother began, gently placing her fork down on her plate.

“Oh have I? I haven’t noticed.” You grumbled, pushing your mashed potatoes into a pile before flattening them down again.

Your father sighed, shaking his head. “Y/N, please don’t be difficult. You’ve been so hostile and closed off recently. We just want to know what’s going on in your life. How are your friends?”

“They’re fine. I only see them during lunch, so I don’t really know what’s going on with them.” You answered curtly, not having the will to give them additional information.

Your parents shared a look, before returning their gaze to you.

“Is this about that boy?” Your mother questioned, picking her fork up and shoveling peas onto it. “I can’t imagine another reason for this behavior.”

You laughed a little, which surprised them. “You really can’t? Mom- you grounded me and took my phone away during the last few months of my senior year. All I do is go to school, then sit alone at home until you guys get off of work. I can’t even talk to anyone to pass the time, so I just sit and reread everything on my bookshelf. Of course I’m going to be annoyed all the time. It has nothing to do with Paul.”

“You understand we’re just trying to keep you safe, right?” Your father asked, his voice soft for such a bold statement.

“Yes. You’re keeping me safe from the dangers that Bella made up.”

Your mother sighed, her voice heavier than your fathers. “Charlie said Bella had expressed the same concerns to him, Y/N. Why would she lie to her father, the chief of police, about these people being dangerous?”

“Because she was hurt! Her and her friend Jacob got into a fight, so she was worried it was because he had fallen into a bad crowd. She realized she was wrong, and she apologizes to me every time I see her. Yes she told Charlie what she thought, but she still spends everyday on the Reservation with them! Charlie’s best friend is Jacob’s father, who is more than knowledgeable about that everyone is up to. They both know that no one’s in a gang or doing drugs.” You argued, frustration sweeping over you.

Both of your parents seemed unsure of what to say, so the conversation fell away. You finished eating and headed up to your room once you had cleared the table and washed the dishes.

You had finished your homework during the day, and it was too early to go to bed. You felt restless- like an animal with their arm caught in a trap.

You’d barely been able to talk to Paul, except the few times during lunch you would borrow someone’s phone to call him. He started recognizing the numbers, and usually picked up during the first ring. You knew he should have been sleeping, since nights were spent patrolling, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care much about disturbing him, since you knew that both of you were struggling being apart.

The hold that the imprint bond had on you wasn’t something you were prepared for. Aside from feeling bummed about not seeing Paul, you didn’t think much else would happen. Yet, after the first week of being grounded, you started having problems falling asleep. You’d lay awake at night and wonder where he was, what he was doing. It was like he had consumed every thought you had- everything led back to him. You knew in your heart that he must be in even worse shape than you were, and with his head clouded by thoughts of you, worry over his safety became unbearable. He was out hunting vampires- how could he do that while spending all of his time thinking about you?

After a while of being lost in your own thoughts, you heard a knock at your bedroom door. You grabbed the book that was on your nightstand in attempts to look busy, and called them to come in. Both of your parents appeared in the doorway, small smiles on their faces.

“Hi honey. Can we come in? We wanted to talk with you.” Your father spoke, entering your small room anyway.

You crossed your legs to give them room to sit on your bed, and they both did. They looked at each other coyly, before handing you your cellphone without a word.

“Woah- wait. What’s going on?” You asked, clutching the phone in your hands.

“We… talked to Charlie a little bit ago, and he corroborated everything you said. He apologized for Bella’s behavior and any inconveniences she may have caused, and said that the boys on the reservation were probably better influences than the boys in Forks. We’ve decided to unground you.” Your mother answered, reaching out to grab your arm gently.

Your father cleared his throat, his stern eyes looking at you over his glasses. “There are some more rules, however. We would like to meet this Paul fellow as soon as possible. We trust you as an adult to make your own choices, but we are still your parents. You seem to care quite a bit about him, and I’d imagine you’ll want to have him around here, too. If you’re hanging out at our house, you need to stay in the living room. He needs to leave by 9 during the week, and 11 on the weekends. Additionally, if you are going to out, your curfew is still 10 on school nights. However, seeing as you are leaving for college soon, we’ll extend your weekend curfew until midnight. You need to keep your phone on you at all times, and respond when we call, alright?”

You squealed a bit and lunged forward, taking both your parents in a huge hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me.”

They hugged you back lovingly, your mother whispering to you. “We love you.”

“I love you guys too.”

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The next day at lunch, you sat down at the table, and pulled your phone out of your pocket, holding it up triumphantly.

“No way! You got your phone back? Does that mean you’ll stop using my minutes?” Jessica asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Yes! Aaaaand, it means I’m officially no longer grounded.” You yelled, smiling widely.

Everyone cheered, Mike especially since he had been so keen on breaking you out of your house.

Bella sat down in the middle of the commotion, and eyed everyone weirdly. You filled her in on the news, and a wave of relief visibly coursed through her.

“Oh good. Paul will stop moping around when he finds out you’re ungrounded. Have you talked to him yet?” She asked, picking up her sandwich and taking a bite.

You shook your head, “Actually, I was thinking of surprising him. I need your help.”

Bella readily agreed, seemingly wanting to do whatever she could to make up for the chaos she inevitably caused. You didn’t mind that she felt she needed to make it up to you, even if you weren’t upset anymore.

You finalized the details for the next day with her and Jacob, before your lunch period ended.

Jacob was going to get the pack to First Beach the next afternoon, where you and Bella would show up and surprise them. You could imagine the look on Paul’s face when he saw you, and the thought of that alone made you giddy.

You glided through school, all thoughts consumed by the boy with the leather jacket and kind heart who was waiting desperately to have you back in his arms.

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Bella pulled into the first parking spot she found, and you were practically bouncing in your seat. As soon as the engine was off, you were out of the truck and moving toward the beach. She laughed at your excitement, smiling at the way you couldn’t seem to help yourself.

When you actually got onto the sand, there wasn’t anyone else around besides the pack. They were lounging around by the water, laughing and joking with each other loudly.

You would recognize Paul anywhere, just by seeing him from behind. He was half heartedly kicking a soccer ball around with Jared and Seth- his slumped shoulders evident even from across the beach. He looked tired, much more than anyone else did. His movements were slow, like he was on autopilot instead of actually meaning them.

The familiar tug in your chest pulled at your heart, beckoning you to get closer. You couldn’t help yourself, essentially moving at full speed to run to him, leaving Bella behind.

The sand on the beach was damp with fresh rain, so it made it easier for you to move quickly. Jared noticed you first, and he called out to Paul, telling him to turn around. He did, just seconds before you had made your way over to him. He didn’t even have time to react to seeing you before you jumped into his arms. He picked you up at once, and swung you around, pulling you tightly against his body. The two of you laughed, happy to be back in one another’s arms.

“It’s you. Jesus it’s actually you.” Paul murmured, once he placed your feet back underneath you.

“It’s me.” You breathed, inhaling his scent as deeply as you could.

Paul rested his chin on the top of your head, and the two of you stayed entwined. You felt the stress of the last few weeks melt away at his touch, and high at the feeling of being with him once more.

Paul pulled away to look at you, smiling widely. “How are you here? Did Bella break you out of prison for the day?”

“I’m actually free. My parents talked to Charlie, and he told them that you guys aren’t gang members or drug addicts. Plus they were getting annoyed with my constant moping around the house.” You responded, resting your hands against Paul’s large chest.

At this, he pulled you against him again, and whispered to you. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You responded, “More than I think I should have.”

He released you with a kiss on the forehead, and you felt your face warm up at the gesture. He took your hand and intertwined your fingers together, tugging you over to sit down on one of the many beach blankets they had laying around.

Leah gave you a soft smile, “Glad you’re here, Y/N. Paul’s been absolutely insufferable without you.”

Bella had finally made her way over to the pack, and she sat next to Jacob, their sides touching. “Yeah, Y/N wasn’t much better.”

You shrugged in response, letting your shoulder rest against Paul’s. “What can I say? I’ve grown fond of this idiot.”

Everyone laughed lightly, shaking their heads at the way you and Paul seemed to glow together. The pack filled you in on the last few weeks apart, and you and Bella gave them updates on your life.

“Oh by the way, are you coming to Tyler’s party next weekend?” You asked Bella, tilting your head.

She shook her head in response. “I didn’t know Tyler was having a party. I wasn’t invited.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a party, Bella. You don’t need an invitation, there’s not going to be a bouncer.”

She laughed lightly, smiling at you. “Oh, I guess you’re right. Parties aren’t really my thing, though. Not a fan of the whole teenage drinking culture.”

“Totally understand. Tyler’s parties usually get out of hand, anyway. The amount of times it ends with us running from the cops is bad. Probably better to stay away.” You answered honestly.

“Yeah, Mike had filled me in. He’d been really stressed about you not being to go, for some reason.” She responded, but then immediately looked like she regretted it.

Paul stiffened at this, and you could tell that he was imminently jealous of Mike, and his desire to be near you. You knew Paul didn’t have anything to worry about, but you also kind of enjoyed the way he was becoming protective of you.

“Yeah, Mike and I are kind of a package party deal.” You shrugged, tossing the hair off of your shoulder. “Jessica and Eric are much more… tame when it comes to parties. So Mike and I have to work together to do as much stupid shit as possible before they stop us.”

“That is wildly concerning.” Bella replied, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you even do at parties? The ones in movies always seem so dramatic and fictitious.”

You groaned in excitement, sitting up. “Uhm, Bella. They are exactly like the movies, and completely not. If you’re drunk enough, it feels empowering and exciting- like the lights are there for you, and you’re the only one that matters. If you’re not drunk enough, it’s a bunch of sweaty teenagers dry humping each other in someone’s living room. It’s awkward and weird and fantastic. You should really come to Mallory’s graduation party. Big of a bitch as she is, she knows how to throw a damn good party. Last summer, her jungle juice was so strong, I ended up…”

Jacob and Sam had both sent you slight glares, and you cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Maybe that’s a story for another time.” You spoke, your face heating up.

Emily laughed a little, shaking her head. “Didn’t realize you were such a socialite.”

You blushed at her words, feeling perhaps that the pack was carrying much more important things than high school drama and shitty house parties. “Sometimes.”

“Should you really be using your new found freedom to go to a party like that?” Paul asked, looking down on you with concern.

“It’s not my friends that my parents were worried about.” You shrugged, dismissing his words. “Plus, I only have so long before I’m heading off to the other end of the country. How likely am I to see everyone together like that?”

Paul hummed, frowning a bit. “Right, college.”

“Have you made your official decision yet?” Emily asked, her curiosity seeping through her tone. “I know you have one in mind as your top school.”

You shifted a bit, suddenly feeling anxious about your future for the first time in a while. “No… I haven’t made anything official yet. I’ve declined a few schools, but that’s about it. I’ve applied to a couple more in Washington, too.”

“Washington? I thought you just said you were heading to the East Coast?” Kim questioned, glancing between you and Paul.

“That was the plan, but things change, you know? Better to be prepared and have plans than for your life to come to a grinding halt.” You answered, brushing nonexistent sand off of your pants.

Paul tensed slightly, and when you looked at him questioningly, he smiled and kissed the top of your head. You melted into his touch, the euphoria of being around him almost overwhelming.

The afternoon sun was waning, and Emily suggested that the group should pack their things and head back. Paul pulled you aside, smiling coyly.

“Would you wanna come over? We can ditch everyone else and watch a movie at my place.” He suggested, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Your parents won’t mind?”

He shook his head, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. “No one else is home.”

Your eyes widened at that, and you agreed quickly. Paul seemed visibly excited, and he announced that you two were heading off on your own, and he’d drop you home later that night. You said your goodbyes to the group, as he dragged you off the beach and towards the street.

You could barely keep up with Paul’s long strides, your short legs failing you. You laughed at his relentless pace, but didn’t say anything about it. His house was only a short walk away, and as soon as you had shut the door, the silence was heavy between you.

“Er, we can watch a movie down here if you’d like. Or I have a tv in my bedroom, as well.” He offered, gauging your reaction.

“Your bedroom would be great.” You answered, letting him lead you to the back of the one story home.

When you entered his room, you could see how absolutely fitting it was for him. The walls were mostly bare, and there wasn’t much furniture aside from his bed, a night stand, and the dresser that held the tv. You immediately took off your shoes and coat, dropping yourself onto the plush covers of his King sized bed.

Paul laughed at your movements, and turned the tv on. A movie was already loaded into the VHS player, and he rewound it, unconcerned about whatever title it was. When he reached the beginning, he pressed play, and joined you on the bed.

You noticed how he kept a bit of distance between you two, and you felt your chest heat up at the notion. It was obvious your comfort came first to him, regardless of what intentions he may have had for the evening.

You sat in silence as Pulp Fiction continued on, both of you unsure of what to do with yourselves. You weren’t completely certain if it was the feeling of being by his side again, or some deeper connection, but you couldn’t stop imaging his hands running down your body. Your thoughts were plagued with dirty images of what could happen while you were alone, and the realization that you could make them come true dawned on you.

Carefully, you turned over onto your stomach, moving closer to Paul so you were nestled into his side, with your faces only inches apart. He cocked an eyebrow at your movements, but you just smiled slightly at him instead. You glanced at his plush lips, and the sudden urge to have them against yours took over.

Like lightening striking, you kissed him deeply, pushing yourself upwards a bit to be closer to him. Paul didn’t question you, his hands instead sliding up to rest on your hips, squeezing them gently. Since you hadn’t kissed since his near phasing, you had forgotten how absolutely addicting he was. You wanted to drink him in, become absolutely intoxicated on nothing but his taste.

Your hands came to rest in his hair, and you pulled on the short locks gently, causing him to moan into your mouth. The sound stirred something inside you, and you yanked harder this time.

Paul groaned, and his hands grabbed your body, moving you so you were entirely pressed on top of him. You slid your legs open, so you could straddle his waist comfortably. He pulled away from your lips, bringing his mouth down your neck, and biting slightly.

“Fuck, Paul,” you moaned, tilting your head to give him better access.

He took the opportunity to bite down harder, before his warm tongue darted out to soothe the red skin. He trailed kisses down lower, finding your sweet spot just above your collarbone.

The room was unbearably warm, and you pushed him back so he was laying down fully again. You reached for the hem of your shirt, and tugged the garment off, tossing it behind you. His eyes widened at the look of your bare chest, your boobs spilling over the cups slightly. He sat himself up then, scooting you both back so he could lean against the headboard. His hands trailed to your back, unhooking your bra swiftly.

Paul’s eyes trailed over your bare form, and he licked his lips as a toothy grin broke out on his face. “You’re going to the the death of me.”

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nightfall-by-jacqui-natla · 10 months

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𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 {𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜} [1]

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

Violet Baxter never thinks all of this is real. She never imagine that she would be created as a weapon for an army: an army of newborn vampires. As the army is destroyed, she learns that she can turn invisible. With the fear of being discovered by the Volturi, Violet is placed in London, thanks to Carlisle Cullen, and is introduced to the Khotlers, the British Coven. There, she learns the laws of vampire society.

But when she and her new family get invited to a wedding, Violet discovers the secrets about her family and community as well as having her stepmother terrorising them. And this time, she is not running away.

{end of Eclipse and beginning of Breaking Dawn}

CONTENTS

Meet the Khotlers {The British Coven}

PREFACE

1. FLAME HAIR

2. THE BLOUSE

3. CONFLICT

4. SECOND CHANCES

5. MEET THE LEADERS

6. INTRODUCTIONS

7. EPPING FOREST

8. NEW HOME

9. TROUBLEMAKER

10. GABRIEL

11. JOSEPH

12. SIMON

13. HELENA

14. ALANA

15. RHONA

16. SAD MEMORIES

17. THE INVITE

18. DRESS SHOPPING

19. THE WEDDING

20. THE RECEPTION

21. WOLF PACK

22. AYLA?

23. FORKS HIGH SCHOOL

24. RECOVERY

EPILOGUE: A NEW BEGINNING

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pennylanefics · 2 years

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BLURB EVENT TIME!! i am free from college, i officially have a bachelor of arts in scriptwriting and a minor in film studies!! so to celebrate having all the time in the world on my hands, why not do a blurb event??

rules:

choose up to 2 prompts (can be one or two total) or send in your own, for one character. no descriptions please. also, please send the number, and not the sentence.

if you see one has been done for the person you want, select another number or person.

regarding that, if you send a number that has been sent in that i haven't done yet (meaning it's been requested but i haven't posted it when you send yours) i will either choose the other prompt you selected or ask that you send another, if you only sent one.

there are 50 prompts, so please be diverse in selecting them. if you see one number has been sent in a lot, for a few different characters, please choose differently.

when it gets to the point where i am not able to think of much for the number and it has been requested for at least 3 characters, i will cross it out from the list.

requests will remain open until i say so!

some of these are from smut prompt lists, but i will not be writing smut. steamy and suggestive, yes, but no smut.

people to request for:

josh kiszka

danny wagner

patrick verona

derek hale

paul lahote

jacob black

embry call

seth clearwater

prompts:

“you’re so important to me.”

“i know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?”

“god, i miss you so much.”

“i can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“i hate you.”

“i had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“why are you pushing me away?”

“no, don’t cry, i hate when you cry.”

“you’re perfect to me.”

“your eyes are so beautiful.”

“your lips are so soft. i could kiss you all day.”

“i think i might be falling in love with you.”

“no no, it’s alright, come here.”

“no, please, don’t leave.”

“are you jealous?”

“we need to talk.”

“spend the night with me.”

“this is a one time thing.”

“each of my thoughts about you are improper.”

“don’t give me that look.”

“i’ve never done this before.”

“would you shut up and kiss me already.”

“the first one to make a noise loses.”

“tell me what you want.”

“we’re not just friends and you fucking know that!”

“friends don’t do this kind of shit.”

“i really want to kiss you right now.”

“no one can ever find out about this.”

“let’s go somewhere a little more private.”

“i like you a lot. i just thought you should know.”

“please, just go.”

“say it one more time.”

“please just talk to me about it.”

“i would do anything for you.”

“does he know about the baby?”

“i love you and i am terrified.”

“you’re trembling.”

“i’m not going anywhere.”

“i can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“we need to talk about what happened last night.”

“how much of that did you hear?”

“i should have told you a long time ago.”

“i tried to move on, but there’s a problem. they’re not you.”

“i don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? why did we break up?”

“i love being with you like this.”

“come to bed. i can’t sleep without you next to me.”

“he was totally checking you out!”

“what is this? between us, i mean?”

“what do you mean by that?”

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sethsclearwater · 8 months

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jacob with a reader who has a praise kink is something i craveee 😩😩

short but cutie!! 🥺

...

"such a good girl for me aren't you?" jacob asked teasingly as you let out a loud moan when he sheathed himself inside you, absolutely loving how much of a mess you became from just having his cock inside you.

you eagerly nodded, "'m your good girl," you murmured, running your fingers up his chest as you worked at accommodating his length. jacob just let out a breathy laugh, nodding.

"my good girl," he reassured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, "now are you gonna lay there all nice and pretty for me while i make you feel good?" he asked, already knowing your answer before he said it, smiling to himself when you nodded again.

"that's my good girl," he mused before he was drawing his hips back so he could set a slow, steady pace as he fucked you. you let out a loud whine at the first thrust, loving how he managed to brush his cock up against that particularly sensitive spot inside you from the get go.

"takin' my cock so well," he praised as he picked up the pace a bit, reaching down to press down on your clit, sending your brain into a tizzy as you tried to process all the pleasure coursing through you at his actions.

"jake-" you whimpered, dropping your head back as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fully immerse in all the pleasure he was giving you.

"such a good girl," he murmured as he rolled your clit between his fingers, smiling to himself when he saw the moans and whimpers you let out at the action.

within a few minutes, he had you teetering on the edge of your first orgasm of the night, his steady thrusts combined with the way he was toying with your clit had you a complete subby mess on his cock.

"you gonna cum on me?" he asked breathlessly, his tone letting you know he was working at holding his own orgasm off until you came. you nodded, letting out a particularly lewd moan as he pressed down on your clit at your nod, "let me see you cum on my cock, yea? wanna see how good i'm makin' you feel," he encouraged, voice tight as he began desperately snapping his hips against yours, his encouragement, combined with the way he rolled his hips against yours had you cumming on his cock in a matter of moments.

as you rode out your much needed orgasm, jake met his own release right after you, immediately spilling his release inside of you as he watched you cum on him.

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trumpkinhotboy · 5 months

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"I'll keep an eye on you" pt.2

Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Bit angsty and fluffy

Warnings: None Rating: g

Word count: 3400

Requests: Open! For Twilight wolfpack, Narnia, Heartstopper

A/n: Hope you enjoy this lil part 2 !! Also I really want to thank @tgarrett26 for helping me with this fic (you are awesome) + they are the reason there is even a pt.2 hehe

Here is the link for part. 1

*gif is not mine

Summary: After one night of respite, the reader confronts the day to realize the shadows haven't quite disappeared yet.

There's a timid sunbeam lighting up your cozy little room. Nothing scary or menacing in view. You look over to your nightstand with barely opened eyes to see your mushroom light still on. The clock on your desk shines the time. 7:00am.

7am?!

You sit straight up, immediately noticing the big dent on the left side of your bed. Yes, of course, Jacob came in last night. Your cheeks flush with the thought of having slept so soundly next to the heaping mountain of muscles that is your friend. You feel so confused and well-rested. For the first time in a few weeks, you awoke calmly. This might have been the best night of sleep of your whole damn life, and it's 7:00am! You managed to wake up before your alarm. You wouldn't have to be rushing to school for once. You were usually only able to fall asleep when the sun started shining and chased away the threatening shadows of the night. So, being late to school was a recurring occurrence for you. For once, your father wouldn't have to come in to try and wake you up. You were pushing away your blankets to get up when there was a knock on your door before it slowly cracked open.

"Sweetheart, time to wake up. Don't want to be late for sch-"

Your father's traits lifted up in surprise, and honestly, you couldn’t really blame the man. You didn't keep track of all the mornings he found you all tangled up in your blankets, hair sprawled everywhere like a bird's nest, saliva drooling down your chin.

"Did you sleep well?"

You nodded eagerly, a sincere smile spreading on your lips. Charlie seemed incredibly thrilled by that piece of news. He was no stranger to the nightmares haunting your nights and was brokenhearted to see you so tired and on edge all the time.

"Well, then. Better get down and eat breakfast before you head to school." He gave you a timid smile before softly closing your door.

You had your first breakfast with your dad in a long time. He was particularly chirpy, and you kept catching his relieved gaze. You left for school on time and had a really great day. You felt awake and energized. Participating in class and your little social circle once again felt like a rush. Your efforts were welcomed with gigantic smiles from your teachers and friends. For a second, you thought the weeks of anguish and terror might finally be behind you. Maybe a night with Jacob had been the only thing you needed to put this whole thing behind you. However, as the sun went down and shadows stretched on the ground, you got more flinchy and twitchy. Once more, you turned at every odd sound, looking over your shoulder as you left the school grounds. You almost ran to your car, locking all the doors, and left a trail of dust with how fast you headed back home on the powdery roads of Forks.

Dinner with your father was much more somber than the breakfast you shared this morning. You felt like a dagger to your heart, his disappointment when he saw you jump as he caught you by surprise in the kitchen. You usually were always careful about hiding your internal conflict from Charlie. Yet the frustration you felt tonight weighed much more than the want to hide everything from him.

Once dinner was over, you climbed the stairs with heavy steps, feeling the dread in your body get worse the closer you got to your bedroom. You opened the door to find a space very different than the one you had left when you awoke this morning. Your still unmade bed didn't feel so inviting tonight. Long gone were the rays of sunshine that scared the shadows away. The room you faced was now dark and gloomy. Nothing about it felt safe or secure.

You rushed in to turn on your mushroom light and sat on your bed, trying to summon all your courage to breathe calmly.

It's over now. Nightmares are just that. They aren't real. I'm safe now.

No matter how much you would repeat it, those words felt empty and fake. You got up, put your pajamas on, and as you were ready to get in bed, you noticed a piece of clothing jutting out from under one of the pillows. You lifted it up to find the T-shirt you lent to Jacob. He didn't keep it. He left your house shirtless so you could keep the stupid piece of clothing. You grabbed it and held it up to your nose. Immediately, your senses were overpowered by his woodsy scent. You fell to your bed, shirt still pressed on your face as you let a deep sigh leave your lungs.

Grabbing your phone on the night table, you hesitated. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before you closed the device and threw it away.

The clock had just struck midnight when you heard something scratching outside. You almost had a heart attack when you saw Jacob hanging onto your window, motioning for you to open it.

"Jacob Black. What the hell are you doing? Do you want to kill me?!"

Your tall friend let out a deep chuckle as he swiftly stepped into your room without making a noise. His gaze fell onto the fort you had built yourself. There were pillows and blankets lined all around your bed, a very feeble attempt at a barrier. The tv screen was paused on one of your favorite movie. He gave you a worried look and took a second to really take in the state you were in. You didn't look like the relaxed girl he had, reluctantly, left in a peaceful slumber this morning.

"What?" you defensively crossed your arms on your chest, already sensing where this conversation would be going.

"What are you doing?" he quietly asked, his head slightly leaning on one side.

"I was watching a movie."

You immediately saw a shadow pass in his dark eyes and felt a familiar pain ring in your chest. You couldn't live with disappointing both your father and Jacob. Worse, you couldn't live with the pity in their eyes. If only the bad dreams could stay away.

"What are you doing," you finally asked, a bit more roughly than you had intended.

He hesitated, sensing you had been offended in some way. "I just did a quick run around the perimeter, but then I saw the light open and just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Your expression softened at the concern painted on his handsome face. Fear did make you more on edge, but you knew Jacob had done nothing to deserve that anger. You sighed before plopping down on your bed.

"That's very nice of you, but I am okay. I just didn't feel tired yet."

You felt adamant about telling him of the return of the paranoia. You were already so disappointed in yourself. You couldn't even muster the bravery to be in your room alone at night. What would it even do if you told him the truth? It felt so shameful to ask again for his help, to ask him to watch over you while you were sleeping. Just because, like a child, you were afraid of the dark and the beasts it hid. You were instantly relieved when he gave you a suspicious glance as if he might believe your lie. You gave him your best smile, trying to prove how relaxed you were. You only wanted to chase the worries away from his chocolate eyes.

That could have worked if only the sound of your house creaking under a strong gust of wind and a branch scratching on your window hadn't made you flinch so damn hard.

Jacob's gaze hardened over your tense figure. You expected him to make a comment, to confront you. As you waited anxiously for the ax to drop, he finally walked over to your bed, sat, and pointed to your television.

"May I join you then?"

You initiated him to one of your best comfort movies. It required absolutely no brain power and just helped you feel better. Always a good player, Jake obliged and even seemed to enjoy it. When you were done, you spent another hour just chatting about nothing and everything. You tried hiding your clock from his sight and hoped he wouldn't notice time flying away, but sadly, there wasn't much your figure could hide from his wolfish sight.

"It's getting late. I should probably go," He muttered after an hour of mindless chatting. His dark eyes fixed on your features, you faced each other, forearms tucked under your head while you lay on your side. You couldn't help your shoulders and jaw from tensing up at his words. The happiness and carelessness he had brought you vanished as if it never occurred. Fear crept up in your belly at the thought of being alone in the dark again.

You gave him a tight smile as you nodded. He hesitantly got up, giving you another weird look. You barely registered it, too focused on avoiding falling into a panicked state. He walked to the window, and as you thought he was about to leave, he turned around on a whim.

"I really don't understand you. Even in this state, you won't ask for my help?"

His outburst surprised you and unintentionally made you recoil at the swift motion. He sighed deeply, "Please don't look at me like this. I want to understand. Why don't you want my help?" he repeated, annoyance rippling in waves from his body.

"I- I'm not sure what you're talking about," you responded, determined to hang on to the shred of dignity you had left.

He let out a sarcastic laugh. It was dry and reeked of disdain towards this fluke you were trying to fool him with. "Stop playing Y/n. You reek of fear."

His words were like a punch in the gut. You felt shame hitting you as you realized how stupid you had been.

"See? Your reaction only confirms what I already knew. What I don't understand is why you insist on facing this alone. You can always call me, and I will always come through for you. Have I not proven that?"

"You did, but it's not your responsibility to fix me. To fix this."

"Not my responsibility?" he scoffed. He turned around while dragging his hand through his hair. He was a mix of so many emotions you couldn't pinpoint what was brewing in his brain. He stayed silent for so long that you thought he would leave you like this. You were about to add something when he raised his voice. "I would give everything to go back to that night. To be there by your side. Maybe you wouldn't have to go through that, or at least I would have been the one to rip to shreds that bloodsucker." Flames of rage danced in his eyes while you stood speechless, gawking at him.

You were at a loss for words. You had seen Jake in many different states in your friendship, but he never looked so conflicted. Anger and sadness seemed to be battling out the right to overpower him. For a rare moment, he looked incredibly vulnerable. He was back to being that innocent teenager you had always known. You approached, unsure whether that would make him lash out, but he stayed put, his eyes fixed on the ground. You knew Jacob felt responsible for what happened to you. What you didn't know is that he tortured himself with it. Your heart ached at the thought, and any frustration you had felt up to this point melted.

Softly, you grabbed his hand. "Jacob, look at me."

When he finally turned around and lifted his gaze, tears hung on to the line of his long lashes. The sight of it made your throat close up.

"Why won't you let me care for you," he whispered, inches from you.

His gaze was so deep and carried a tsunami of emotions. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed his face. Both of your hands cradled his soft and warm skin. You saw goosebumps creep up his muscled arms, mirroring the one on yours. Bringing his forehead to your own, you took a deep breath.

"I don't want to be a burden."

Saying the words that'd been ringing in your head for so long felt almost exhilarating while also being incredibly relieving. Contrary to the belief of your messed up head, the world didn't end or break in two once the thought left your lips.

"I've always thought you were such an incredible person and couldn't help but always want to be better for you. Ever since you phased, that feeling only got more intense. You've evolved so much in the past few months, and I'm still old me. When I got attacked, it was the most horrible experience of my life, but it also reinforced that concept. I couldn't even walk from yours to Emily's cabin without being attacked. The boys had to risk their lives to save me. I didn't even get one scratch, and still, I'm afraid of the dark. I'm afraid to sleep alone. I'm afraid if I let my guard down for one second... it'll happen again. Which means that I'll either die or be a burden for you guys once more because I can't even defend myself against something like that. You're already so good to me. I don't want to add this to your list of things to worry about."

Your eyes stayed closed even after you finished and controlled your breathing again. Saying it aloud was incredible, but to open your eyes to face his reaction felt nerve-racking. You were about to when a strong pair of arms wrapped around you.

"You are not and will never be a burden to me." His tone was soft and felt a little strangled. In your dimly lit little room, while the rest of the world was in a peaceful slumber, Jacob's words felt like the only thing that mattered.

He pulled back after a moment but still held you close. "I don't know what gave you the impression that you were a burden. If it ever was something I did, I want to apologize."

"I remember so vividly the look on your face when the boys brought me back to the cabin. You had the same disappointed expression as you have just now. I promise I'm trying to heal as fast I can, but this... this is harder than I thought it would be."

Confusion was now the only emotion on his face, clear as day. "Disappointed? Y/n, I never was disappointed. It was the worst, terrifying, shit your pants kind of fear I've ever felt. It's agony to know you're so ridden with fear. I was disappointed to learn that tonight was still hard for you, not because I think you're not healing fast enough, but because I hoped I finally helped you feel better. I feel so bad you have to live with these memories for your whole life. I just wish I could make them disappear."

That's when you understood the slim difference between disappointment and defeat. One was channeled towards you, and the other wasn't. For Jacob, it had always been directed at himself.

"Jacob, you're the only one who makes me breathe a little easier. You're the only reason I slept soundly last night." A new light illuminated his eyes. You steadied yourself before you continued, your tone slightly hushed. "You've always had that specific calming effect on me. You're the only person who makes things better for me. Ever since we were kids. I have always felt safe with you. You're like my personal haven."

It felt like a big thing to say, but you wanted that sadness to leave his face. You wanted his eyes to be filled with light again, and somehow, it felt right to tell him about all this. He spent so much time worrying about everything and everyone. He deserved to know how appreciated he was. He deserved to know what he meant to you.

Emotion thickened the air. So much so that it felt like you couldn't breathe just right. Your hands slid from his cheeks delicately. You placed one at the nape of his neck while the other grabbed the top of his hair. "Jake, I don't think you even understand how much you mean to me."

Time stood still for a moment. Your eyes focused on each other, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

"Y/n, I-" his eyes held something heavier. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something before deciding better of it. It almost looked like it cost him to try and get the words out. He gave up in a huff, and whatever was in his gaze, whatever he thought about, vanished. Some part of you wanted to push him, to ask, but tonight had been a rollercoaster enough. You could let it go for now. He pulled you in for another hug before releasing you a little.

"So, now that we've established that you are not a burden." he started softly.

"And that this is in no way your fault," you added with a grin.

He rolled his eyes, "Uhm. Can you tell me what you actually need? I can stay here with you if you want."

You felt a pang of your old fears scratch at your heart, but you let them all go in one breath. "I would very much like that."

You tucked yourselves in bed for the second night in a row. You hesitated to turn off the light, but always so observant, Jacob assured you it didn't bother him to keep it open. You lay side by side in silence. You were focused on becoming familiar with the ordinary and hazardous sounds an old house made at night when Jacob started to whisper.

"I know you think you aren't as fearless as us, but I can assure you everyone in our tribe thinks you are the bravest person they've ever met. Not many people would feel comfortable hanging out with a bunch of new werewolves."

"Brave or totally crazy," you added while making a wicked-looking face. His eyes disappeared in his bright smile, and you wished you could snap a picture of it.

"No, but really, you're the only one who stayed by my side all throughout my phasing process. No matter how dangerous it was for you. If that's not the definition of bravery, I don't know what is." He turned pensive again while his gaze darkened.

You unwillingly recalled the phasing process of Jacob. All the terrible memories flashed before your eyes. His screams of pain still rang in your ears. You remember distinctly every time you wished to take his place. If you could have taken away some of his pain, you would have in an instant. The least you could do was stay by his side no matter what. You had to fight with Billy and the rest of the pack, but in the end, even they couldn't keep you away. No one could have.

You slid into his arms, and his body tensed under the new touch before quickly relaxing to envelop you in a tight embrace.

"I would never leave you alone," you mumbled in his chest. "I know you like to have this strong and impressive appearance, but inside, you're still the same little Jacob I've always known. I know you need me."

You lightly pressed your lips onto his chest and nuzzled farther into him. Fireworks were exploding in the boy's chest as he returned the gesture with a kiss on your head.

"And Jake?"

"Uhm?"

"Don't think I didn't notice you wanted to tell me something important earlier. For tonight, it's okay, but we'll have to talk about that."

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ruderal pt. 2 | paul lahote x reader

hi everyone! this is part two to this imagine. i stayed up extra late tonight working on this, so i hope you enjoy! i meant this to be as like a shorter imagine series but i'm not good at not going into detail so it will probably be a longer series than i anticipated.

ruderal pt. 2 | paul lahote x reader

word count: 2.82k

warnings: swearing, angst, sexually suggestive content

the reflection of light on the side of your house as you pulled into your driveway was a familiar sight. you sighed, quickly realizing you had a headlight out based on the lack of light on the left side of the wall. you made a mental note to talk to your dad about it tomorrow, not in the mood for much conversation after the events of the day. at this point, the only thing on your mind was throwing yourself on your bed and burying your head under the covers.

“hey” you called loudly to your dad as you entered the front door.

“hey, y/n” he replied, eyes glued on the football game in front of him. “how was it?”

“it was fine” you lied with a slight sigh. as much as your dad respected your former schoolteacher, he wasn’t one for socializing with the townsfolk, opting instead to stay home from the visitation. “i’m gonna head up to bed i think.”

“alright, sleep tight” he replied absentmindedly, eyes still on the tv. something good must have happened, you guessed, based on the cheers emanating from the speakers. you didn’t know much about sports.

without reply, you ascended the stairs and headed into your room. you opened the middle drawer of your dresser with intention, sighing as your eyes fell upon a black shirt in the back corner. it was an old, faded Nirvana t-shirt you had “borrowed” from Paul back when you were still together. despite not having worn it in two years, a part of you couldn’t let it go, leaving it at the back of the drawer every time you purged your clothing. your fingers brushed the thin material, tracing the slight difference in texture between the woven fibers and the printed graphic. with a deep exhale you gripped the folded shirt and pulled it out of the drawer.

glancing quickly over your shoulder to make sure your blinds were shut, you awkwardly pulled off your turtleneck, the head hole getting stuck under your chin as that style of top normally does. your bra and pants quickly met the same fate as the sweater - tossed onto a chair in the corner of the room where laundry goes to die.

you sighed again as you pulled Paul’s oversized shirt over your head. why were you sighing so much today? why were you giving Paul the power to make you so moody? why was he still so important to you? why did putting on this shirt bring back all of the memories you tried so hard to repress?

you sat quickly on the edge of your bed as the flashbacks overwhelmed you. flashbacks of smiles, of long nights talking and laughing on the phone, of ice-cream dates, of walks on La Push beach, of heated fights and your remorseful, affectionate reconciliation.

before you knew it, your knees were to your chest and your head was in your hands as you sobbed quietly, your body shaking. it was a symptom you had picked up after the break up - tears were always accompanied by trembling.

as much as you hated to admit it, seeing and speaking to Paul today really fucked you up. but, what else could you expect when you knew deep down you’d never truly moved on? of course seeing him again would make you spiral.

you pondered the harsh words you’d spoken to (well, more like yelled at) him this afternoon. your mind was split - half of your brain told you that he deserved it, that he left you without warning and scarred you forever. he made you feel like you weren’t good enough for him. but, the other half felt intense guilt for being so rude to him today when it seemed like he had just wanted to make amends. that part of your brain, the one that missed him instead of hating him, worried that you may have just lost your only chance to learn the real reason behind that Wednesday night phone call.

tears continued to flow from your eyes as you toyed with the hem of the baggy shirt. it seemed like you couldn’t stop replaying the events of the afternoon in your head. this appeased both sides of your brain in different ways but both made you miserable in their own right. there was one detail that stuck out, though - the look on Paul’s face as he made eye contact with you for the first time in two years. on the surface, it just looked like shock. it looked like he was surprised to see you there when he hadn’t laid eyes on you for so long. but past the facial expression, the intensity of his eyes as they met yours was honestly unlike anything you’d ever seen from anyone. it looked like a storm was brewing behind them, full of pain and sorrow and conflict. was it just because he had missed you? or was something more going on?

your curiosity and desire for answers overpowered your sadness, causing the tears to slow and eventually cease as you attempted to analyze the situation. your eyes were glued intently on the blank wall in front of you; if anyone walked in right now they would think you were either possessed or taking the expression, “watching paint dry” a little too seriously.

the sound of a cupboard slamming downstairs snapped you out of your trance - your dad must have gotten hungry. this welcome distraction was enough for you to remember you needed to finish getting ready to sleep. rubbing your eyes, you threw your legs off the bed, feet hitting the soft rug underneath you. you grabbed the first pair of pajama shorts you could find in your dresser, stepped into them, and headed into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. you couldn’t manage to put in the effort to do much more than that tonight.

when you were done in the bathroom, you dragged your feet back down the hallway, shutting your bedroom door behind you and turning off the lights as you continued to move towards your unmade bed. in one swift motion, guided by the moonlight streaming in between your blinds, you collapsed in bed and rolled over so the blankets were on top of you. before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep, feeling a sense of calm for the first time since the funeral. this was short lived, however, as your dreams that night were filled with memories of Paul Lahote.

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you woke late the next morning, your blinds dispersing the sun’s rays into a soft glow around your room. for a split second, you felt peace, before your brain caught up and Paul’s face flashed through your mind. you groaned, wishing for that second of peace back.

you went through the motions of the morning: get up, shower, get dressed, brush your teeth - all with that man’s stupid expression playing over and over again whenever you weren’t actively trying to think of something else.

since it was a rare (relatively) warm, sunny day in Forks, and a Sunday at that, you knew exactly what you needed: a beach day. of course, you knew just the spot. sure, you had memories with Paul at La Push beach, but you’d been going there for years, and he never managed to ruin it for you. your dad was friends with Billy Black, so you were friends with some of the other boys on the rez growing up. even after your breakup, none of them were ever hostile towards you - you just kind of drifted apart - so you still felt comfortable enjoying La Push’s beautiful scenery.

you hopped back in your car after a quick bowl of cereal alone in the kitchen, reminding yourself to be back before dark so you wouldn’t risk getting pulled over for your burnt-out headlight. the engine sputtered to life and you made your way out of your driveway and onto the road. the radio hummed faintly in the background, but you were kind of enjoying the quiet as you weaved your way through meandering tree-lined streets up to the beach. you parked on the side of the road, surprised that there were no other cars parked there today with it being so beautiful outside. it definitely wasn’t warm enough to swim, or even wear shorts, but you didn’t have to wear a sweater, so that was a win in your books.

your backpack was slung over your shoulder as you hiked over the guardrail to the flat beach. a couple of minutes of walking brought you to your favorite spot; the cliff. while the rest of the beach was sloped dunes, the cliff was a rocky structure that would make anyone nervous if they got too close to the edge. however, the flat sand leading up to it made a great relaxation spot as long as you stayed back from the drop-off.

you laid out your beach towel as a barrier between you and the sand along a tree that you could rest your back against. it was perfect for your planned activity: reading all day.

you pulled out your beat-up copy of The Great Gatsby, flipping to where you’d dog-eared the corner of the page you left off on. it wasn’t your first time reading the book, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

finally settled in, you allowed yourself to get lost in the drama unfolding on the pages in front of you. this continued for an amount of time unknown to you - minutes or hours, you didn’t really know - until you saw something moving in your peripheral vision.

you eyed the moving figure cautiously, instinctively pressing your back further against the tree. as the person continued to walk closer to you, their features were more distinguishable, and your heart raced for multiple reasons once you finally realized who it was - Paul Lahote, of course. it had to be him.

you slammed your book closed, not taking your eye off Paul as he approached you.

“y/n, can we talk?” Paul spoke loudly, still a good distance away from you. most of you wanted to keep it that way.

“about what, Paul? i have nothing to say to you.” a lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

“can you at least give me a chance?” he huffed, moving a little closer to where you were seated.

“a chance to do what? hurt me again? not interested.” you hoped he would take your words and the absolute death glare you were giving him seriously and back off. but, it was Paul, and he was stubborn, so, of course, this was not the case.

“what are you reading?” he switched the subject, obviously trying to relieve some of the tension between you two. unluckily for him, you still weren’t interested in conversation, so you just tilted the cover of the book in Paul’s direction. he scanned the cover and nodded, “of course, your favorite.”

“you remember my favorite book?” you spoke before you had time to think.

“of course i do. i remember a lot of things about you.” he asserted, taking a seat next to you but still a few feet away. a large part of you wanted that space to be bigger, but there was another, smaller part of you that wanted to scoot closer to him. of course, you resisted this urge, staying planted in the position you were when he approached.

“Paul, i really don’t want to talk. i think you should go.” you sighed. you placed the book down next to your hip and leaned fully against the tree behind you, closing your eyes as your head rested on the bark.

“i’m not going anywhere. this is my land, not yours” he protested angrily. it reminded you of the fights you two used to have. Paul was very stubborn and was quick to snap. he’d never hurt you physically, but you two were definitely a match for each other verbally.

“fine, then i'll go” you stood up sharply, shoving your book into your backpack and tossing the towel over your shoulder as you began to move past Paul on the way back to your car.

“y/n, wait,” you felt a strong hand grip your forearm. “don’t leave, i- i’m sorry. that was too harsh.”

Paul was… apologizing? without prompting? this was definitely uncharacteristic behavior for the Paul you knew. had he matured over the last two years?

“yeah, it was.” you agreed, stopping in your tracks.

“please just sit back down.” his voice was soft - another abnormality for him. you were used to his pride stepping in, but there was no hint of it in his speech in that moment.

against your better judgement, you obliged. to make matters worse, you ended up right next to him, as he was still holding on to your arm. the irony of the situation was not lost on you - two years ago, you'd likely sat in the exact same position, but under completely different circumstances.

“alright, i sat. you can let me go now.” your words came out softer than you meant for them to. it was hard to use harsh words with Paul after he had been so soft.

he dropped your arm, looking somewhat flustered. you ignored it as you brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, staring out at the glistening water ahead.

it took a few minutes before either of you broke the silence, but Paul eventually did.

“i know you hate me for dumping you. i would hate me too. but there’s a lot you don’t know about,” he blurted. “i never wanted to hurt you.”

“well, you did, Paul. you left me with no explanation. was i not good enough for you? what do i not know? did you meet someone else?” as much as you didn’t want to be spilling your insecurities to your ex boyfriend right now, your need for answers overwhelmed this instinct.

“what? do you really think that i left you because you weren’t good enough? don’t you think i would have figured that out sooner than a year in?” he spat, visibly angry at the accusation. “and no, there was no one else. i haven’t been in a relationship since you.”

you were disappointed that the answers didn’t help. while it was nice to hear that it wasn’t because he lost interest in you, it still didn’t provide any clarity on the actual reason. his use of the words “in a relationship” instead of “with anyone” made you shiver as you thought about all of the girls he’s probably hooked up with in the last two years. you decided it was in your best interest to not ask him to elaborate on this point, both because his face was already red with anger and because you were disgusted at the thought.

“then why? what happened? why did you leave?” you felt tears start to well up in the corners of your eyes, this conversation feeling eerily familiar.

“i can’t tell you.” Paul deadpanned, looking pained as he spoke, like he didn’t want the words to come out of his mouth.

“bullshit, Paul! why would you come talk to me and act like you want to make things right if you can’t even explain why you ruined them in the first place?” your vision was blurry with both tears and anger as you waited for a response.

“i just… can’t take being away from you anymore,” Paul replied, looking you in the eyes with probably the softest expression you’d ever seen on his face. it didn’t outweigh the anger and hurt you felt, though.

“yeah, well, you should have thought of that two years ago. i’m not doing this with you if you won’t even answer my questions. you may not want to stay away from me, but i don’t want to be around you.” you stood up, once again collecting your belongings. you managed to dodge Paul’s attempt to grab your hand and slip past him, digging in your backpack for your car keys as you trudged through the sand.

“y/n, wait,” Paul called after you, scrambling to his feet. he followed you to your car, continuing to call your name, but didn’t make another attempt to grab you, which you were grateful for.

“Paul, like i said, i’m not doing this with you.” you repeated. the majority of you wanted to slam your car door closed, drive off, and pray you never had to see him again. but the small part of you that, for some reason, he still had a grasp on, made you look over your shoulder just before getting in the driver’s seat and give him an invitation: “call me if you decide to tell me the real reason.”

tags: @secretdreamlandmentality

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spring-picnics · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐈

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what if the marauders where illegal and in love with you? james potter x reader, remus lupin x reader, sirius black x reader

peter parker hc's by @hiraethparkers

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and we run by @evermoreal

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shy away by @/velvetcloxds

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right where you left me by @poemsforparker

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blurb by @luveline

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pomegranate by @/scandalous-chaos

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casual dominance with remus by @/evermoreal

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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hehehe I just saw you write for Karl 🤭 anyways can we have Karl with an s/o that's way clingy. Like just will walk in during stream simply because they missed him. Or will just be with him in a stream holding his hand to where he just moves his hand with yours lol

-🎀 anon

YES OMG THIS IS MY FIRST KARL ONESHOT/BLURB THING THANK YOUUUU

KARL JACOBS ; clingy

summary ; youre a clingy partner and karl loves it 🫶

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 896

masterlist

Karl will be streaming and just chatting and you'll walk in, a blanket around you cause it's like midnight, and you just sit on his lap and curl up, face buried in the crook of his neck. He'll just look down at you with the biggest grin and wrap his arms around you.

"You okay, baby?"

You nod and drift off to sleep in his arms.

He continues talking but a bit more quiet, aware that you just wanted him near while you slept. His hands didn't leave your back once the rest of the stream. Once he finished up, he carried you to bed very carefully to make sure you wouldn't wake up.

You stir awake due to the movement and lack of heat, seeing Karl climbing into bed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

You sleepily shake your head no and just pull him over towards you.

he's the small spoon 100%

constantly kisses your knuckles in your sleep and leaves kisses on your forehead and cheeks

he does a quiet little giggle when he looks at you bc you're so cute hwjaekjenw

he wraps his legs like completely around your hips so you can't leave BAHAHGSHS

he likes just resting one hand on your neck and the other he just tangles in your hair

You'll both be out with friends and sit next to each other, and you'll hold his hand and rub his knuckles with your thumb.

The way he crumbles holy shit.

He'll look over at you like "dude I'm trying to focus they're talking" and you'll give him a smug little smile because one, you're holding his hand and two, you're getting attention out of it.

Quackity takes notice and does the childish little "oOoOoooOOo" as well.

Another instance would be you walking into his stream cause you missed him and just like sitting in the background or next to him to enjoy his presence. Sometimes, he'll just grab your hand on instinct to hold it, but he'll be talking, and so your hand just kinda moves with him because he talks with his hands.

If he gets excited, he does the same thing. He'll instantly throw a hand back to you to hold yours, and you just comply. Chat always notices this.

If he's playing a horror game or a horror Minecraft mod, he'll use you as a human shield. You're the barrier between him and the screens. He's terrified of that thing in the fog that's built like a giant animal. (watch Calvin's videos of his series of into the fog, the scary ass black entity is what I'm talking about)

"y/n, sit on my lap, please, I need a human shield"

"that's a whole crime but okay"

"y/n, y/n help! he's gonna get me STOP"

when he gets jumpscared, he'll hide his face in your back, and his arms instantly wrap around your midsection

you eventually play for him because he's too scared to even look up

once he hears you get jumpscared by the thing in the fog he instantly starts the "see what I mean? it's scary when you're the one playing!"

"HOLY SHIT ITS CHASING ME, HELP, WHAT DO I DO??"

"DONT GO BACK TO THE HOUSE ITLL BREAK THROUGH DOORS"

"YOURE FUCKING JOKING, KARL"

Sometimes if you're too lonely and lazy to get up while he's streaming, you'll donate and use TTS to talk to him. He finds it adorable but he hates the fact you willingly spend money to talk to him and he sets up a little TTS thing that only you can use. Think Philza's "___ would like to share something, lul" tts setup for his friends.

"Karl, I made dinner it's downstairs, I'm watching a movie if you wanna join 😔😔"

"y/n/n I'm sorry! once I'm done I'll join you, I swear"

"Dude what are you building..."

"come here and help me then!"

"nahhh"

"stop! I can hear you laughing downstairs, you're so mean"

"laughing with you, not at you"

"blocked. banned. bye bye!"

'y/u/n donated $20!'

"y/n! stop!"

"mwahahhaa you'll never stop me"

"You look like a Picasso painting"

"... I'm taking that as an insult, y/n/n"

"Wait- who painted the Mona Lisa then?"

"Holy shit"

constant compliments + and/or failed ones

he appreciates it all though don't worry

Constantly loving him through acts of service, he feels bad because he feels like it's more of a chore to you. You assure him that it isn't, and you pull out the same complaints when he gets you things because he's a gift giver.

Obviously, you two are both physical affection people as well, so sometimes you'll just snuggle up wherever and shit. Movie nights are the best. He usually falls asleep first, and you chill on the couch with him to finish the movie or start a new one while his head rests in his lap.

Carrying him to bed is the most common thing ever.

minecraft dates

constantly getting each other flowers

you always have a hand on each other lmao

the most drawn out hugs when one of you has to leave for a while lmao

he straight up carries you around the house for valentines day or your birthday

like if he sees you walking he'll fake cry and everything 😭

gas station snacks on road trips go hard with him

cuddling in the backseat at night like halfway up the coast 🫶

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs #karl jacobs oneshot

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bitches broken hearts | karl

BLURB: you and karl had dated for a year, and had recently made the decision to break up. it was mutual, but you were both completely heartbroken. after a month, you decided to go to a small party hosted by some content creators. little did you know, karl jacobs would be attending. you both can’t stop eye-fucking each other the entire time, and somehow you end up in his bed at the end of the night.

tw: nsfw, smut, degradation, power play,,, minors dni!

***

stepping into the ginormous house of an unfamiliar content creator, you immediately regretted your decision on tagging along with your friends. you weren’t much for parties, especially when you were still heartbroken from your recent break up.

it was dark, with dim red LED lights illuminating the entirety of the house. loud trap music boomed from an expensive sounding speaker, and even though the house was huge, it was packed full of people.

“i’m gonna go get something to drink!” your best friend tina squealed, turning towards you. she immediately picked up on how out of place you were feeling. “c’mon, y/n! please have fun with me tonight.” she begged.

“i will.” you gave a small smile, lying straight through your teeth. she grabbed your hand, and led you to a table full of alcoholic beverages in the kitchen.

pouring yourself a drink, you lifted your eyes up from your task only to spot a very familiar brown-haired boy sat on a couch in the living room. he was laughing with the people around him, until he turned his head and his eyes met yours.

a pang of sorrow washed through your body, but neither of you looked away. karl’s smile faded, and he suddenly looked upset. you wondered if he could tell you were hurting. you hadn’t seen him for a month since the two of you had broken up, and finally seeing him again in person was enough for tears to well up in your eyes.

“y/n!” tina yelled, lightly tapping your shoulder. it was obvious she noticed the encounter. the action caused you to be the one to break eye contact with karl first. “come on, take a shot with me and let’s dance.” she smiles widely at you.

“yeah, let’s do that.” you agreed. you needed anything to take your mind off of him, and drinking seemed like the perfect activity.

about four shots later, you were definitely drunk. you were such a lightweight that even just two shots could knock you on your ass, so four was brutal.

you and tina had been dancing in the living room karl had once been sat in, but now, his seat on the couch was empty.

“i’m so glad you came with me tonight.” tina was slurring her words, quite obviously as drunk as you were.

“yeah, me t-”

and there he was again. as if on cue, karl entered the room with nick, and your jaw almost dropped.

he was dressed in black jeans and a black button-up; it was so basic, but it had always been your favorite outfit of his.

you wondered if he remembered that.

you were still dancing with tina as his head suddenly snapped in your direction, as if he was on the lookout for you. your eyes met with his once again, and he eyed you up and down, almost seductively.

the amount of alcohol in your body faded your sadness from earlier, allowing you to smile at the boy. his cheeks instantly flushed red, but he smiled back. he looked so good.

“hey!” tina cupped your face with her hands, turning your head towards hers. “knock that off!” she yelled over the music. she grabbed you by your hands and continued dancing, twirling and moving around you, spinning you with her to the music. this only earned a giggle from you.

as you continued dancing, you spotted karl taking a seat in the same spot out of the corner of your eye.

and then it happened again.

you turned your head to face him, but this time he was already staring at you. he was sat with his legs wide open, leaning back on the couch, and the sight almost sent you into a frenzy. you took your bottom lip into your mouth as you eyed him up and down. when your eyes reach his again, he’s still making direct contact.

giggling to yourself, you put your attention back on tina. one of your favorite party songs started playing over the speakers, and you and tina looked at each other and squealed. you start dancing up against her seductively, wondering if this would catch karl’s attention.

and to no surprise, it did. tina spun you around, so you were now facing him. you could feel his eyes glued to you, as if he couldn’t look away no matter what. he eyed you up and down once again, and nervously ran his fingers through his fluffy brown hair.

you took this as an opportunity to give him the biggest fuck-me eyes you’ve ever given anyone. you tilted your head downwards, and didn’t look away from him as you continued dancing.

that is until your vision began to spin, and you suddenly felt like you had to throw up.

“i’ll be right back.” you mumbled, but tina had already found other people to dance with. you hurried your way out of the living room, direly searching for the nearest bathroom.

the one downstairs was occupied, so you decided to make your way upstairs. you knew upstairs was usually off-limits, but you weren’t about to throw up at someone’s house you barely even knew.

once to the bathroom, you locked the door and took a seat next to the toilet.

agonizing minutes passed, with your stomach churning and twisting. to your luck though, you didn’t end up throwing up. you stood up and collected yourself, heading towards the door.

you opened it, only to be greeted with the one and only, karl jacobs.

“oh- hi.” you said, eyes wide open.

“why are you doing that?” was all the boy said, staring at you intensely. he looked down on you, him being much taller. it was a little intimidating.

“what are you talking about?” you slurred, quite obviously playing dumb. you knew what you had been doing the entire night; practically begging this man to fuck you with only your eyes.

“don’t play stupid.” he said sternly, taking a few steps closer to you. you were only inches away from him, and all you could think about was how good he smelt and how much he towered over you.

and how badly you wanted him to fuck you, right then and there.

“you’re making this very hard for me, y/n.” he said in almost a whisper-like tone.

“making what hard?” you questioned innocently. you thought karl was going to say something along the lines of how this is making the breakup hurt worse, or something like that. but what he said next left you speechless.

“making it hard for me to not fuck you,” he breathed, looking your body up and down. “you look incredible.”

“i-i need to go find tina.” was all you could muster up, and you began to push past him.

that is, until your wrist was suddenly locked in his hand, and he lightly tugged you back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. he pushed you against the door, his body pressing onto yours.

“tell me you don’t want this, and i’ll go.” he spoke quietly, his right hand embracing your cheek. the whole encounter made you giddy with excitement.

“don’t go.” you said, quite flustered.

karl smiled down at you, and that’s when he leaned in to kiss you. your lips met, and it felt like ecstasy running through your veins. his lips were cold against yours, and you could taste the alcohol on his tongue.

your lips both moved together in unison, his kiss slowly picking up the speed almost aggressively.

“fuck...” he mumbled as he slowly pulled away. you wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hands found your hips, gripping them tightly. you looked up at the boy with nothing but intimacy in your eyes.

his mouth met yours once again, but this time his tongue ran across your bottom lip, and into your mouth.you let out a small moan, and your tongues fought a little, but it was all over once he wrapped one of his large hands around your neck, squeezing lightly.

this earned a drawn-out whimper-like moan from you, and you could tell karl enjoyed this.

“you like that, yeah?” he breathed as his lips found their way to your neck. “you like when i touch you like that?”

“mhm, i do.” was all you managed as he began sucking lightly on the nape of your neck. as he did so, it caused a string of moans to escape your lips. he suddenly started sucking harder with each noise that came from you, and you knew this was going to be leaving some marks in the morning.

“you’re so soft,” he said as he took a pause from pleasuring you. his hand that was once on your neck made its way down to your jeans. he looked at you with pleading eyes, and all you did was nod frantically. “you’re so good, y/n.”

hearing him say your name sent shivers down your spine.

pulling your pants and underwear to the side, karl slipped two fingers into your extremely wet region. the action made your breath hitch, then came a loud whine. he began pumping slowly, picking up the pace after every pump. his hands felt so good inside of you, and you needed more.

“p-please karl,” you begged. “i need you.”

“yeah?” he questioned, his free hand wrapping around your neck once again and pushing you hard into the door. “you think you can just tease me all night and get away with it, princess?” he taunted.

his fingers were going in and out of you so quick now, so deep.

“answer me,” he growled in your ear, tightening his grip around your neck. this only turned you on so much more. “now.”

you loved this side of karl. of course, he was always such a sweetheart. but when you told him you liked things rough when you were dating, you never could imagine him doing anything like this.

“no,” you choked out. you could feel yourself coming close to finishing beneath him. “i’m sorry.”

“yeah, i’m gonna fucking make you sorry.”

with that, your stomach began to feel like it was floating. you were so close to hitting your climax, until karl pulled his fingers out and quickly began to unbuckle his belt.

once his large, long member was out, it didn’t take long for him to slip your shirt off and unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side. your mouth gasped at the sight. it wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but each time was still a shock. you knew you were in for it tonight.

“god y/n, you are so fucking gorgeous.” karl said and he eyed your naked body up and down. this earned a small giggle from you.

karl grabbed you by your neck, and brought you over to the bathroom counter. he bent you over, the coldness of the counter sending chills through your entire body.

“you’re gonna watch daddy fuck the absolute shit out of you.” karl smirked as he positioned himself behind you, lining himself up with your cunt. “how does that sound?”

“please, karl. please just fuck me.” you practically begged, pushing your ass out towards his dick.

“i asked you,” he paused, grabbing your hair and pulling it until you were looking in the mirror. you made intense eye contact with him in the reflection. “how does that sound?”

“it sounds good daddy.” you breathed out helplessly.

and with that, karl inserted himself in you and you both let yourselves moan out in pleasure. karl’s moans were the sexiest thing you have ever heard, and he knew that you liked it. he thrusted into you slowly, but hard. pure pleasure soared up and down your entire body, needing more. you watched intently in the mirror as he continued to fuck you, as did he.

“fuuuck...” the boy whined, letting go of your hair and grabbing onto your hips. he picked up the pace, and was fucking you harder than he ever had before. he slipped in and out of your wet cunt with such ease, and groaned almost every time he did so. you could feel his heavy breathing on your back as you gripped onto the counter in front of you.

“i-i’m gonna finish karl, i’m so close.” you whined, earning a cocky grin from him in the mirror. he pounded into you a few more times, before you both came undone on one another. you could feel him filling you up with his cum, and this made your entire body explode in pleasure and dopamine. his body shook on top of yours as he moaned along with his orgasm.

“oh my god,” you mumbled as you felt karl’s body leave yours, leaving you cold. “karl...” you trailed.

“shh,” he cooed, lifting you up from the counter and spinning you around. he pressed his bare body onto yours, pulling you into a hug. he snaked his arms around your waist, and you wrapped yours around his neck. he pulled you closer to his chest, and you two just stayed like that. “i’m right here.” he reassured.

karl knew aftercare was a very important thing to you when it came to sex, and he must’ve thought you were becoming emotional.

“let me take care of you?” he questioned as he pulled away, quickly slipping his black jeans back on.

“mhm.” was all you whimpered, your body still shaking from what had just occured. karl opened a nearby closet, and pulled out a clean towel. he took his time cleaning you up, constantly telling you how beautiful and perfect you were as he did so. he picked up your shirt as you crossed you arms, still bare.

karl slipped your shirt back on you, and then slipped your pants over your legs. once finished, you couldn’t help but pull him back in for another hug.

“i missed you so much, y/n.” karl said into your shoulder as he rubbed circles around your back. his arms felt safe, like home.

“i missed you so much karl, you have no idea.” you breathed into his shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief.

“come home with me tonight? nick will drive us,” he asked, pulling away from you and cupping your face in his hands, just like tina had done earlier. before you had the chance to respond, karl passionately pushed his lips onto yours. he kissed you deep, his thumb running circles around your check. “please?”

“yeah, i’ll come home with you karl.” you said as you pulled away, smiling with glee.

“i’m never gonna let you go again,” he smiled as he grabbed your hand and led you to the door. “you are mine.”

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