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mourntheantagonist · 3 years

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#HarringroveApril Day 16: Nostalgia

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When Billy signed those discharge papers, piled into his dented Camaro and headed west towards the sunset despite the screaming redhead banging on the windows crying “please don’t go!”, with an aching chest both metaphorical and physical, he didn’t think for a second about looking back.

So how he ended up back in the same shithole he turned his back on ten years ago was entirely beyond him.

He had made a life for himself in California. He got his associates degree at the local community college and worked his way up from a nine to five teller position at the local bank all the way to branch manager, making an upper middle class salary. It was easy work. Boring work, unfulfilling work, but easy and worth every penny. He had a couple of friends, mostly coworkers, more so acquaintances than friends. He had a fancy apartment in the city, he went on dates, though they usually ended in one night stands where the other guy snuck out in the dark hours of the morning leaving Billy to sleep in a bed that was just too big for one person. But he was free from all of those forces in his life that always held him back and pinned him down, and each and every one of those forces just reeked of small town America.

He hadn’t heard a peep out of Hawkins since Max had given up on calling around eight years ago, or at least he hoped that she’d given up and something worse hadn’t happened to her. He regretted not answering those calls everyday. The guilt of leaving her behind like that weighed heavy like an anchor, but he did it anyway. Bad decision after bad decision he was surprised he made it to where he had today, and he just wished she’d call again.

But he also wasn’t sure enough of himself that anything would change if she did, and that phone would likely remain on the hook until the ringing stopped and she was left to the sound of his voicemail.

“You’ve reached Billy Hargrove. Leave a message.”

He wasn’t home the day she finally did call, which fortunately took that decision away from him. Her message was tossed in with a mix of telemarketers and employees calling in for days off, it could have easily been dismissed, passed over like every other piece of junk in the system if her voice hadn’t been exactly the same as it was the day he left her.

“Hey Billy, it’s Max. I know you probably don’t give a shit, but Neil died of a heart attack last night…” Billy stopped listening after the words ‘Neil died’ came over the speaker. He had to replay the message to hear the rest because by the time he’d gathered himself it had already ended. “...the funeral is next Saturday in Hawkins. Nobody expects you to come but I thought you should know anyway and that everyone would still like to see you. Call me back at…” Billy wrote the number on the back of a blockbuster receipt and set it flat on the counter quickly with a firm hand and a quick retraction, like it might burn him. Max’s name and a ten digit number below it in a blue ballpoint pen stared back at him and he just drummed his fingers on the counter and bit his lip trying to think everything over.

He looked at it for probably another thirty minutes while the rest of the voicemails cycled through in the background before he decided to make a call of his own. Slowly and shaking, he dialed the phone number and tried to even out his breathing while he waited for the sound of the pick up. He was partially hoping that it never came.

But it did. The click sound was followed by a voice that didn’t belong to Max, but one he still recognized.

“Hello?”

Billy took in a deep breath. “Hi. This is Billy.”

“Wow, I’m surprised you actually called.”

Billy huffed and if it had been ten years earlier he would have already hung up the phone by now.

“Who is this?”

“Lucas Sinclair. I take it you want to talk to Max?”

Billy tensed at the mention of her name, as if that hadn’t been the whole plan in the first place. “Yeah,” he said, a little bit of shakiness to his voice, “could you put her on?”

After a few short moments of silence and a little bit of movement in the background, he heard her.

“Hey Billy.” she sounded… glad… and it made Billy let out a heavy sigh of relief.

“Hey Maxine.”

“It’s Max.” There was that tone, she hadn’t changed at all.

“Yeah, I know.” There was a pause, Billy twirled the phone cord around this index finger to the point it started going pink and then purple while he tried to get the question to leave the tip of his tongue. “So, he’s really dead?” he asked, blunt as ever.

“Yeah. I don’t expect you to want to come for the funeral, but I just thought you should know, and if you need a place to stay you can– hold on one second” Billy could hear muffled bickering and Max yelling ‘Lucas Sinclair’ through clenched teeth and it brought a smile to his face. It reminded him of all those times he’d eavesdrop on her phone calls with him just to piss her off, just to hear her yell at him through their shared wall before she’d chase him around the house. Those were good days. “As I was saying. You can stay here if you need. We have a spare room.”

“Thanks for the offer.”

“I really hope you decide to come.”

“We’ll see.” He was just about to hang the phone back up, but he stopped himself, “Hey Max?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s nice hearing the sound of your voice again.”

Billy wound up taking the week off and driving that same old Camaro, restored back to its former glory, that did the distance twice before, back over to Indiana, to the place he said he’d never go back to, and he really couldn’t figure out the reason why he didn’t just go into work. There was nothing to drive him to go but the weird feeling in his gut that refused to go away until he called in, and a little bit of that pressure was released.

For each freeway exit he came across on the over thousand mile journey he contemplated turning around, getting back on that on-ramp going the other direction and save himself from whatever hell he’d be walking into.

Because that’s what Hawkins was to him. Hell. There were monsters like his father, and then there were real, legitimate monsters as well and Billy wasn’t safe from either of them, well he was safe from one now. He couldn’t imagine why Max decided to stay in the shithole and not get out like he did.

Maybe that’s what makes him the coward.

The welcome to Hawkins sign gave him chills. He remembered seeing that for the first time, following behind the rickety Uhaul pulled by their beat up truck when Billy decided not to follow them into their next turn, and instead got lost on the “scenic route” of Hawkins which really meant “trees, trees, and more trees” when he hit the Quarry’s dead end and nearly went off the cliff into the water below.

At the time he might’ve thought it would have been better if he had.

A lot of things had looked to have changed about the town since the last time he saw it. Places that he remembered being nothing but vast forests now had neighborhoods and restaurant chains and the place that once had a natural canopy was now completely deforested and exposed to the sun.

But the Quarry was exactly the same as he left it.

From the beer cans crushed and scattered, to the sounds of gravel pieces bouncing up and chipping the paint on his car.

The continuities continued to add up when he stepped foot out of the car, pulling on that same old denim jacket he hadn’t worn in years after trading it in for a suit and tie. His boot hit the gravel path just like it always had, with that same stomp that demanded attention, like each time he got out of that car he had to play into the dramatics, put on the mask and play the part he chose for himself. The breeze and the smell, it was all the same as before, as if the industrialization just several blocks north hadn’t had any effects on this little corner of the town where the birds still sang their songs in harmony and the smell of nature was pungent. It felt like no time had passed at all.

But it had been the sound of a rumbling BMW rolling down the crushing gravel that made him feel exactly like he was back in highschool again, the same rotten kid who used fists as forms for problem solving, the kid who as an adult had worked on his impulsivity, standing there, staring up the gentle slope with his fists clenched so tight his fingernails left marks on his palms. All that work, all that progress he thought he’d gone through, thrown straight out the window at just the mere sight of something from his past.

The BMW pulled up beside him, and the quarry apparently wasn’t the only thing that hadn’t changed. Steve still had the same big swooped back hair and that same exact look on his face when they made eye contact through the passenger window, the same exact look he had the day he told him he was leaving, and screamed at him to get out of his hospital room.

That was the last time they spoke.

Steve got out of the car without a word and just leaned against the door, looking him up and down, and Billy didn’t feel like he had any right to say the first word, considering he’d had the last one.

“It’s good to see you Billy.” Steve broke the silence, and it was almost startling, with both the sudden change of volume, and the sound of that voice he’d almost forgotten singing in his head like a song he didn’t remember learning the lyrics to.

“Is it?” Because it felt like it was all just a formality coming out of his mouth.

He wasn’t expecting an answer to that, so he shouldn’t have been surprised when Steve changed the subject. It was oddly refreshing seeing Steve write the script this time, steering the conversation his way.

“Looks like we both kept our old wheels,” he said, slapping the top of his car twice, maybe a little too hard. The sound of a hand against metal echoed through the trees. “though there’s not as many dents from what I remember.”

“I had it restored.”

The majority of Steve’s body was hidden behind the car that separated the two of them, but he could see in the way that his shoulders moved that his hands had found his own hips, doing that same stance of a mother who just caught their kid in the act of something naughty. “Some good memories happened in that car.”

“Some bad ones too. Or do I need to remind you how the dents got there in the first place?” Billy crossed his arms over his chest, as if the thousand pound chunk of metal that served as a barrier wasn’t enough to protect him. Because it felt like Steve could see directly through him with the way his head tilted when Billy threw his words back at him. Because they both knew that it was horseshit. Memories of whatever happened between Steve and the Camaro existed only in the dents that remained and the neck pain that still lingered. He didn’t actually hold any grudge about that, and he never did.

Because Steve was right. There had been good memories in that car, some he didn’t remember until seeing him again, some that still played in his mind when he went to sleep at night. Maybe that was the reason he kept it around for so long, that one piece that contained all of those few good times, all of those times with Steve.

“You were always so good at that.”

“What?”

“Deflecting. Pushing people away.”

Billy opened his mouth to defend himself, but there was nothing that came out but his own breath, but Steve filled that silence anyway before Billy would have even had the opportunity to speak.

“You cut your hair.”

It was like he was being interrogated.

“Company policy, they practically had to strap me down and take the clippers to my head themselves.”

Steve actually laughed, and it seemed genuine at least. Billy pulled out the pack of red that he always kept on the seat like it was muscle memory. His hands would only ever stop shaking when he had that little stick between his fingers, and they were only shaking more since Steve got out of that car.

“You still smoke?”

Billy put the cigarette in between his lips and lit up, pausing for a nice drag before bothering to answer Steve. Just letting his eyes fall shut and experience just a short moment of relaxation.

“Some old habits never die”

Steve pursed his lips. Every single one of his mannerisms were exactly the same. This one meant that he wanted to say something that he didn’t know if he should.

“Was I just an old habit too?”

“Steve–”

Steve just kicked the side of his car with his knee, sure to leave a dent of his own. The sound was loud enough that the consistent stream of chirping birds transformed into a cascade of flapping wings as the birds on the trees flew away from the scene. He walked around to the front of his car and the physical object that once created separation was gone, and suddenly Steve was within reach and he couldn’t breathe.

“Glad to know it’s harder to quit nicotine than it was to quit me!”

Billy chucked his lit cigarette at the ground and scuffed it with his heel into the gravel. “Who told you it was easy?!” He had a finger pointed to Steve and had closed their distance a few feet more, less than an arms length apart from each other.

“You left!”

“Because I had to! You know I did!”

“You didn’t have to leave me!” Steve practically screamed that final word, his face was now just inches away from Billy’s and he was nearly foaming at the mouth and from an outsider's perspective, Steve looked about two seconds from either kissing him, or killing him.

He did neither. He took a step back and recollected himself with a dramatic clearing of his throat. “You didn’t even ask me to come with you.”

“And you don’t think I regret that every fucking day of my life?” Billy’s voice broke, trembling throughout the sentence like he was containing a ticking time bomb. “Why are you even here?”

Steve just rolled his eyes at the steer. “Max sent me.”

“Of course she fucking did.”

“She cares about you y’know.” Billy scoffed, because how could she? After all he did to her? He could still hear those palms banging against those windows and her muffled screams for her to stay every time he got into that car. “Why are you here?”

“Did she not tell you the part where my dad died?”

“I know damn well you didn’t come all this way to pay your respects.”

Billy let himself drop to the ground and sit on the rough terrain with his back against his tire, unable to continue standing, his legs were ready to betray him.

“I have no idea why I’m here, okay? I just am.”

Steve nodded his head, and he didn’t say anything, no quip back in his face, he just followed Billy to the ground.

“Are you upset he’s gone?”

Billy let out a groan and tried to rub the growing migraine from his temples.

“I’m feeling a lot of things, but I don’t think ‘upset’ is one of them.” Neither of them said anything after that. They just sat there on the ground and enjoyed the silence together like they used to do. Looking up at the clouds and arguing over what shape they were. There’d be none of that today though, and it had nothing to do with the overcast skies. “You still keep a six pack in your trunk?”

Steve laughed and got up from where he was seated and popped the trunk. He was right. Some old habits never fucking die.

Steve tossed a can over to Billy and sat back down on the gravel, maybe a little closer than he had been before. Billy took a long swig and swallowed the bitter taste down. He hadn’t drank much since he was a teenager, he traded in his Coors for Cola and he doesn’t understand how he used to enjoy the taste of it before.

“Why did you stay in Hawkins?”

Steve dug his heel and pushed a pile of rocks forward, kicking a plume of dust into the air.

“Nobody ever gave me a reason to leave.”

Billy wanted to ask if he would have even come with him had he asked him to. But he opted against it, instead just taking another drink from the can and a genuine “I’m sorry.” passed his lips.

“You know I followed you?”

“What?”

“Yup. Made it all the way to St. Louis before I turned around.”

Billy was just staring at him at this point, unsure if he’d just heard him right. He just sat there with his mouth agape, catching flies and waiting for Steve to say more.

“I knew that you needed to go. I knew that you were hurting and it took me almost ten hours on the open road to realize that you needed time to heal.” Steve’s eyes looked glossy and his cheeks flushed but he kept his smile on. “So I came back home, and I waited here for you to come back. I wanted to make myself easy to find when you needed me.”

“You waited for me?”

Steve inched his hand over to where Billy’s was propping himself up and let his fingers gently trace the back of his hand. Steve’s touch was everything. It made his heart start racing and his palms start sweating and it felt just like 1985 all over again.

Billy took Steve’s hand in his own and entwined their fingers together and Billy let out a long exhale as they did.

“Billy,” Steve said softly, scooting his body just a little bit closer, less than a foot of separation now between the two of them, and he looked Billy in the eyes. Billy had almost gotten entirely lost in those pools of deep brown before Steve had the chance to speak again. But he heard it, loud and clear. “I’m still waiting for you.”

He waited.

Waited ten fucking years.

Billy wasn’t going to make him sit there and wait for a kiss too.

Billy closed the distance at the moment the penny dropped, sinking all of his weight into the kiss in a frantic and uneven pace just like they were eighteen again trying to squeeze both of their bodies into the backseat of the Camaro, refusing for even a second to separate themselves from the one point of contact that sealed them together like glue. The kiss felt just like their first. In the same spot, instead under the stars and the two of them both drunk off their asses, and that time Billy tasted of only blood and liquor.

But it was that same feeling. That desire to never pull away, that fear that it would end and that it would be the last time. He had that fear with everyone of Steve and his kisses, that each one might just be their last.

So he made a point to savor all of them.

They kissed until they physically couldn’t anymore. Out of breath with swollen lips and an inability stop the smiles that peeked through every couple of seconds. They sat there with their foreheads touching and their clasped hands still intact, relishing in the heat that was each other’s breath on their faces. Billy was crying, just streams of tears paired with a smile that Steve gently wiped away with his thumb, the brush of contact making him shiver.

“I missed you so fucking much.”

Steve cradled Billy’s head in his hands and peppered a few short kisses to his lips.

“I missed you too.”

“You think this is why Max invited me here?” Billy asked. “I can’t imagine she’d actually think I would want to come to this thing.”

Steve laughed. “No. She’s not an idiot. She figured you’d want to crash the funeral.”

Billy immediately got up from his place on the ground and held his other hand out for Steve to grab onto. “Well you wanna join me while I go piss on my old man’s grave?”

Steve took his hand without hesitation and let Billy pull him up off the ground.

“It would be my honor.”

Hawkins made a lot of bad memories for Billy, most of which he locked somewhere far away, but the good still remained. Right there in the look on Steve’s face with the way he looked back at him.

And he was happy to make a couple more.

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Embry | Imprinting

Hey guys! So this is my first imagine, I hope you guys like it! Please request!

Embry x Witch!reader

Summary: The reader is a close friend of Renesmee. Over the weekend the reader goes over to the Cullen's house to hang out with Renesmee. Meets Jacob and his friends. Which leads to Embry imprinting and finding out that his imprint is a powerful witch. Sam and Paul are not fond of that which causes the reader to be scared, but wants to show that she isn't dangerous. And of course the curious pack wants to see the reader demonstrate her powers/abilities.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of the reader having depression and anxiety, mentions of mentally abusive mother, reader having an anxiety attack.

You woke up to your alarm going off. As you rolled onto your side you checked the time, it was 10 in the morning. You got out of bed, and got your outfit ready before taking a quick shower. You were excited to go to the Cullen's house to hang out with Renesmee. You got your new watercolor paints which arrived yesterday in the afternoon. You wanted to try them out with Renesmee, or more like she wanted to see you try them out. She loved seeing you excited over things you loved to do, she just loved the way you reacted differently over certain things. From the way you smile when you see food, to the way you seem extremely satisfied from learning a new choreography, and especially from the way you almost cry from happiness when you are finally able to control one of your powers you recently have discovered you have. The whole Cullen family knew about you being a witch, and they accepted you from the moment that they found out. They even tried to help you learn how to control your powers. Esme and Carlisle treated you like their own daughter, especially after finding out from Edward that your mom was extremely mentally abusive which explains why you have depression and anxiety. Luckily today your mom worked early in the morning and didn't come back home until 8 or 9 at night, since she was going to hang out with some of her friends, and you will definitely be home by that time, unless you wanted to get yelled at for going out without permission. You didn't bother asking for permission at this point, you just found ways to go out without getting caught. You finished doing your hair, you dried it and straighten it. You changed into your clothes which were some skinny jeans, a short sleeved shirt, your adidas, and a hoodie, since it was getting chilly already. You had only met Renesmee during the summer but it felt like you've known her for years even though it was only October. You packed your backpack with your paints and sketchbook. You were ready to go, you weren't going to eat since you usually aren't hungry in the morning. You brushed your teeth and grabbed your things, got out the house, locked your door, and started to walk to the Cullen's. It usually only took you about 20-30 minutes to get there depending on how fast you walked. And like almost everyday day, you took your time to walk, enjoying the beautiful sceneries. You were also into photography so obviously you carried your digital camera almost everywhere, and today you had it with you like usual. You stopped several times to take beautiful pictures of some small animals, plants, etc, while you listened to some soft and calming music. Today it had taken you almost 40 minutes to get there. You walked slowly, feeling extremely calm and welcomed in the forest for some strange reason today. Once you got to your destination you were greeted by a beautiful creature. You slowly took out your headphones and reached for your camera. It was a wolf, a beautiful looking wolf. It looked calm as it was laying outside of the Cullen's house, as if waiting for someone. You weren't scared, you were mesmerized. Once you made eye contact with the beautiful calm creature, it was as if everything changed, you felt a weird feeling inside of you, and it somehow looked like it felt the same thing too. It seemed as if it just had the air punched out of it. You smiled softly and begin to walk towards it. It slowly stood on its four legs, and then you noticed how big it was, but that didn't make you stop going towards it. It didn't scare you, it just made you more interested in the beautiful creature. It slowly made it way towards you.

"Stop, can you stay there, just sit still." You said softly, not worrying about the creature not listening to you. To your own surprise, it did what you asked. You slowly took a step back and grabbed your camera once again and snapped a picture. You looked at the photograph, smiling to yourself, proud of what had just happened. You looked up to see the wolf still looking at you. You had expected it to run away but it didn't. Without thinking to made your way towards it, not even thinking about the chance of getting attacked. You stopped once you were in front of it. "Can I pet you?" You asked as if the mesmerizing animal was going to answer you. The wolf leaned down a bit and waited for you to do what you had just asked. You gasped and smiled, you ran your hands through its fur. You let out a soft giggle as you heard the animal whine when you stopped petting it. You gently took its head into your hands and looked at it in the eyes as you scratched behind its ears. You weren't even thinking about Renesmee at this point. You felt drawn to this wolf.

"Look what we have here." You jump slightly at the voice of Emmett which startled you. You saw the Cullen's outside of their house most of them smirking at you. And then you saw someone you didn't recognize, someone holding Renesmee's hand. Next to him were five other guys trying not to laugh.

"Who is that?" You asked Renesmee, referring to the guy who was holding her hand.

"Jacob, my boyfriend. And those are his friends." She said nodding towards the guys next to Jacob before finally facing the wolf in front of you. You tilted your head to the side in confusion.

"He's friends with a wolf?" You asked, you were really confused.

"We're all wolfs, shape shifters." You nodded slowly.

"Since when were you guys watching us?" You asked.

"Since you got here," answered Alice. You nodded before you heard the wolf making its way into the forest.

"Where is he going?" You asked, not wanting to be away from the wolf.

"Don't worry Y/N, he'll come back, for you." Edward said smiling.

"Why is everyone looking at me with a weird face?" You asked suspiciously. One of Jacob's friends burst out laughing.

"Embry imprinted on you." He said before getting smacked in the head by another one of the shape shifters.

"Jared, Embry was supposed to tell her that, not you." Said the tallest one. Now you were even more confused.

"What's that? Imprinting?"

"I think Embry should tell you that since Jared couldn't shut his mouth." Jacob said before you see someone walking towards you. A good looking guy, an extremely good looking guy to be exact. He was taller than you, tanned and had a cute shy smile.

"Hey," he said softly. Holy shit, he's cute.

"Hey, you must be Embry." He nodded before looking at his friends.

"Can we be alone for some time?" The Cullen's nodded before heading back inside of their house.

"Wait! Renesmee. Can you take my backpack and put it inside?" You asked running towards Renesmee. You took off your backpack and handed it to her. She took it and smiled at you.

"Do want us to take your camera too?" Asked Jacob. You shook your head.

"No thank you, I always keep it with me." You smiled and walked towards Embry. His friends whistled and made kissy faces before walking into the house. Feeling flustered you started playing with your fingers.

"Hey, wanna go for a walk?" you nodded softly before walking into the forest.

"So what's imprinting?" You asked right away, not being able to control your curiosity. Embry sighed and stopped walking.

"It's kinda like a soulmate, I need to be in your life, as a brother, protector, or even lover if you like. It's a rare thing that happens to us." You nodded, you were interested.

"And what do you want to be?" You said with a smile on your face.

"That's for you to choose." He said right away.

"Oh." You said before looking up at him. "Well, uh, I'm down to go on some dates and see where that goes. Possibly... Hopefully, into the boyfriend path?"

"Really?" Embry said grinning. You nodded slightly. Embry surprised you by hugging you.

"Oh wow you're really warm." You said laughing a bit.

"Oh sorry," Embry said pulling away. You shook your head.

"I don't mind." You said before pulling him into another hug. You stayed there for a couple of seconds before you felt him sniffing your hair causing you to laugh. He just continued to sniff you, just a bit louder this time, making you burst out laughing.

"Is that like a wolf thing?" You asked still laughing. Embry didn't pull away.

"Yes..." He said and he continued to smell you. You pulled away a bit and went to kiss his cheek.

"I like you a lot already." You said softly.

"I like you a lot too." He said back looking into your eyes.

"So tell me about yourself." He said as he took a hold on your hand and started to walk back to the Cullen's house.

"Well, I'm into art, I like dancing, I love animals. I love photography, obviously. And um, I... I'm a witch." You said quickly.

"Wait what?" Embry said confused.

"Since your friend told me you're a shifter, I assumed I could tell you about me being a witch." You said quietly.

"So you have powers or like what?" Said Embry, he sounded interested.

"Yeah I do actually! Several! But I can't control all of them." Embry looked down at you and smiled.

"You look adorable when you are excited." He mumbled. You smiled softly before going to kiss his cheek again.

"Let's go inside the house. I've been wanting to try out my new paints." You said before walking up the stairs. Once you got inside the house. You heard a bunch of loud guys yelling Embry's name.

"How'd it go dude?" Asked Jared. Before seeing you and Embry holding hands.

"Aww look at the love birds being all touchy with each other already." Said another guy.

"That's Paul, and he's annoying." Said Embry. You laughed before waving to both guys.

"Hey I'm Y/n," You said introducing yourself to the pack.

"I'm Quil, that's Seth, and that's Sam, our alpha." Said a curly haired guy. You nodded and smiled at them before walking around to find Renesmee. She was in the living room sitting down next to Jacob.

"Hey! So are you ready to try out the new paints?" You asked Renesmee as you opened your back pack and got everything ready. She nodded and sat next to you on the couch moving a small table so you could put your paints there along with your sketch book. Everyone was there watching you and Renesmee. "Look at how organized it looks." You said as you opened the box that had the paints in it. You got out a cup and you were about to make some water appear in the cup but stopped yourself as you noticed that not everyone knew about you being a witch.

"Wait what? Y/n is a witch?" Said a very confused Seth. You panicked and started to look at Esme. They were reading each other's minds.

"You imprinted on a witch Embry!" Exclaimed an angry Paul. You started to feel frightened. Once Embry noticed this and got defensive.

"There's nothing wrong with that." He said looking at Paul.

"She could be dangerous." Said Sam. You stood up before walking towards Esme and Carlisle.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." You whispered. "Please don't scream, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You said your breathing accelerating.

"What's wrong with her?" Asked Jared.

"She's having an anxiety attack. Get out of the house now." Said Carlisle.

"We're not leaving until we know she isn't a threat to us." Demanded Paul. Embry walked towards you and pulled you into a hug.

"No, no no, get away, please." You said trying to push Embry away causing him to wince.

"She doesn't like being touched when she's having anxiety attacks." Said Edward quickly reading your mind. Embry nodded before walking back.

"Leave please. Alone... I want to be alone... Please... Renesmee, stay please." Renesmee nodded and walked towards you as everyone left. After around 15 minutes of crying and panicking, your breathing started slowing down before feeling better. Renesmee hugged you and touched your cheek.

"You're safe here, we'll protect you."

"Thank you..." You hugged her for a bit before pulling away and standing up. "I'm ready to show them that I am not dangerous." Renesmee nodded and started walking towards the front door. You took a breath and followed her outside.

"I am a witch. I have several abilities, I cannot control all of them, it is difficult but I try, the ones I can control are the ones I use almost daily." You said walking down the stairs. You look at the Cullen's and they gave you a smile and small nod. "Water I have full control over." You said before closing your eyes and moving your wrist in a circle before making a wall of water come between you and pack. You make an opening and walk through it towards them before quickly letting the water drop to the ground without leaving any trace of it on the dirt.

"Fire I have full control over too." You say opening your hand, showing a small flame. "It took me a month to learn how to control this one. Probably because I have a really big phobia about possible getting burned, I don't know why. But I managed to control it." You said before you raise your hand up in the air. You look up and smile at the phoenix you summoned before you snap your fingers making it disappear into flames. "Ice, I almost have full control over, it's hard though." You say before closing your eyes in concentration and putting your arms out your palms facing up. You start making ice form in your hands before hissing in pain, "It's hard when the cold burns, you know." You say quitely laughing before turning and facing Paul. "Lighting I have like 75% control over." You take a deep breath before glancing at the Cullens.

Taking Paul's arm roughly you let a shock of electricity hit him pulling a loud "Shit!" and a deep growl from him making you let go before pointing a finger at him.

"You're an asshole." Making the other guys laugh. "Air is surprisingly hard to use for some unknown reason." Taking a deep breath you start walking away from the pack, stopping about 10 feet away from them. You quickly open your arms letting yourself feel full of power before walking in a circle. After a while the wind starts picking up, a calm tornado a bit taller than you starts forming in the space you were walking around. You stop and walk away from the tornado making it slowly disappear into the air, literally. "And last but not least. Earth, I struggle with this one the most." You walking quickly towards Embry stopping inches away from him. You take his hands into yours, turning them to face upwards. Curious and interested he stares in admiration while smiling. You put your hands on top of his not touching completely. Embry starts feeling some weight on his hands and quickly looks down to see a pile of dirt. You glance at him wanting to see his reaction, and smile. You turn your attention back to your plan and start letting droplets on water drop down onto the pile of dirt sitting on his hands. You grab him by his shoulders making him hunch down a bit, and take a hold of his face, closing your eyes and start concentrating. After a couple of seconds you open your eyes to see him staring at you in confusion, flustered you let go of him and wave your hand into the direction of his hands. "That is for you," you mumble, making him look down to see a red dahlia flower quickly blooming on his hands. "Dahlias represent a lasting bond and commitment," you whisper looking up at him. He quickly drops the dirt, only keeping the flower before pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead.

"I'm so happy to have you as my imprint, you don't understand how lucky I am." He says while looking at your flustered face. You look down trying to avoid eye contact before impulsively taking hold of his face and pulling him down to give him a quick peck on the lips and hugging him burying your face into his chest.

"Are you guys done? I want to go see my imprint too you know," Jared says jokingly trying to ruin the moment. You pull away from Embry before walking quickly towards Jared and putting your hand against his forehead. Before anyone could ask what you're doing you start letting a ice cold temperature against his skin making him hiss and pull away. "What the hell?" He yells as he hold his head in pain.

"You really had to ruin the moment dude?" Embry complains before walking towards you and pulling you into a back hug. "You deserve that," he says as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"And those are it." You say smiling while moving to face Sam while still being held by Embry.

"Sorry for our reactions but I'm sure you understand why we have to be cautious. I trust you now Y/n and the rest of the pack will trust you too."

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Bulletproof (ch. 1)

OK SO REMEMBER WHEN I GOT PROMPTS AND THEN D IDNT DO THEM? this is why. this absolute frankensteins monster. I just. I had this human!au in my head, and… now it’s a thing. A very long thing. With a plot… help. @velocifoxy @idk-and-idc-and-idr

Descrip: Slow burn (not super slow to start w/ but it gets slower. Like. Really slow.) suuuper hurt comfort, probably gonna get nsfw in the future because. I hate writing easy things apparently. (There’s a one night stand implied that m i g h t not be the best decision the characters ever made. This does get addressed in another chapter, but not this one) really a lot of awful angsty metaphors that go on like 3 sentences too long I’m sORRY

Pairings: Logince (eventually lamp but… yknow. slow burn.)

TRIGGERS: Alcohol mention, emotional abuse, rebound, bad break up, poison/gun mention, v brief murder mention, gets a tiny bit nsfw at the end (they don’t even kiss, guys, Roman is just a big flirt who maybe makes bad decisions sometimes)

Prompt: From @killerfangirl3 “I’m bulletproof, just don’t shoot me”

They say if you take little bits of poison everyday for years, you could one day be immune, if those little bits didn’t kill you first. Unfortunately, the same isn’t true for love.

Roman staggered out of the party early, words ringing in his ears. “Convenient.” That’s all he had been. “Convenient.” A step up to bigger things. He was famous, but not famous enough. Rich, but they had wanted richer. Soft, when they wanted useful. The casual voice over champagne clinking. “You didn’t think it meant anything, did you? People like you. Now, they like me! It was convenient to-” Roman winced at the memory. He had to move. It was near midnight, and pouring rain, gold from the streetlights playing on every drop as they fell. His jacket and umbrella were inside, but his wallet and phone (dead, probably) still sat in his pocket, so he cut his losses, stepping out from under the porch of the grand, old house, still glowing with lights and people and noise. He though little bits of love would be okay. But it never worked like that. He couldn’t just do a little. It was less like saying to take small doses of poison everyday, than it was getting shot everyday. The only way to be really bulletproof was to never hand someone the gun …He didn’t know where he was going. His dress shoes didn’t have the same satisfying click on soaked pavement as they did on marble or hardwood. His hair was flat, and clinging to his skull. He didn’t feel anything. So he kept walking.

He wasn’t sure how long it took, but when sensation returned, it came in the form of being cold. Then his feet hurt. Looking around, the only light on was shining from a dusty looking store front. He doubted anyone would be open at that hour, but the crash of heavy rain was weighing on his senses, and his last stitch of self preservation pushed him to the door. It swung open with a halfhearted jingle from a rusted bell. At first, he couldn’t see anyone. Every wall seemed to be covered in books, as well as much of the floor. He could hardly see the ceiling, but the shelves went past where he thought a regular ceiling ought to be and then some. Stacks of ancient creaking leather bound tomes, dog eared paperbacks, and bent, stained hardcovers nearly covered every inch. It looked less like a store and more like a… hoard. Roman stood dripping on the doormat in utter awe, until something moved in the back of the shop. Sure enough, a face was poking out from around a bookshelf. The man had large black glasses pushed up onto his forehead, making his hair spike in every direction. He had red marks on the bridge of his nose from wearing them too long, and was blinking at Roman like he’d just woken up. “Oh, uh give me a moment.” He extracted himself clumsily from what must have been a desk at some point and unfolded from a leather chair he’d been sitting in, adjusting his tie and putting his glasses back on their perch. “Alright. My name is Logan, what are you looking for tonight?” He was still rubbing sleep out of his eyes, his clothes crumpled. Roman was so shellshocked by the sight he nearly forgot to answer. He felt his cheeks grow red from more that just the cold. “I- uh- I’m not looking for anything in particular, I’m just… Browsing.” He willed the man to leave it at that, he could pretend to look at books, warm up, call a taxi and go cry into his pillow without being recognized by a cute clerk at a weird bookshop. Logan squinted at him from behind the glasses, taking a step forward. Roman flinched instinctively back, shoulders bumping the glass door. /this is it, he’s going to recognize me, tell a some news site and get a picture as I run off or something. ‘Local star now local washed up wreck…’/ “Are you sure? We usually only get people looking for something specific… we only really have older, out of print books that people value as collectors… Sir? Are you alright?” The clerks voice had nothing but honest curiosity turned concern as he walked closer. Roman realized his eyes where still closed tight, waiting for when he’d have to run. He opened them to find Logan much closer too him, inspecting him with a worried face.

/he’s cuter up close… wait no don’t do that bad idea/

“uh. Yes. Yes, I’m fine.” “No, no you’re not. Your teeth are chattering. Follow me. Try not to get any books wet. If you have to, drip on the romance novels on the left. They never sell anyways.” The clerk turned on his heel and walked further into the shop. “You could also go back into the rain, if you want, but I would recommend accepting help. You look freezing and probably lost, and nothing else around runs this late.” Roman shrugged. 'Local star murdered by weird book seller’ sounded better than 'local star found frozen solid on side walk’ anyways. He followed Logan back into the shop. Two large bookshelves split the space in two, creating a doorway between them into the rest of the room. A rickety wooden staircase disappeared into shadows at the very back. To Romans right was what could almost be called a parlor, a large, deep leather sofa sat facing several cushy armchairs covered in fading fabric, separated by a low coffee table. On his left was a workshop of some sort, incredibly tidy in contrast to the rest of the store, a bright desk lamp shone on a thick, dusty book, which lay naked with its leather cover to one side. A number of tools stood like a row of soldiers to one side. Roman let himself be ushered onto the sofa, which reminded him exactly how sore his feet were. He let out a sigh. It might have been a terrible idea to crash at a random collectors book store because the sofa was comfy and the clerk was cute, but after a night like his it was danm tempting. Logan was mostly quiet as he moved about the space, up and down the stairs to fetch things, leaving Roman to his thoughts. He stared into space, trying not to think them, until something warm wrapped around his shoulders. He looked up to see Logan pulling a wool blanket around him, tutting under his breath. “It’s never a good idea to soak yourself to the bone like this. It’s going to take a while to warm you up.” Roman nodded dully, remembering how much of a mess he must look. /that’s probably why he doesn’t recognize you. The longer you stay the more you’re risking…/ he ignored himself, watching Logan move around the space. His shirt, already rumpled, was pushed up past his elbows, showing his arms. His hands and his slacks were covered in ink stains that Roman hadn’t noticed at first. The wool blanket smelled like peppermint. Maybe that’s what Logan smelled like.

He was too tired for attractive strangers, he decided. He was heart broken, metaphorically and literally lost, who cared if he wondered if attractive nerds smelled like peppermint or not. He settled further into the couch, wrapping himself in the blanket like a cloak. /you’re so screwed./ his brain whispered. /so very very screwed./ The stairs creaked, and Logan came reappeared carefully balancing two steaming mugs. He set one down in front of Roman, then lowered himself into the chair and blew on his mug. When Roman didn’t reach for his immediately, he held eye contact and raised an eyebrow pointedly. Roman sighed and sat up, peering into it suspiciously. “It’s hot chocolate. It’s not going to bite you.” “I know what it is! I was just-” the eyebrow again. “Fine, fine. I’m drinking it. Happy?” Logan hummed and Roman tried not to burn his tongue. It wasn’t good hot chocolate by any means, but it was hot. And vaguely chocolate. So it helped, at least a little. They sat for a while, until both cups sat below half, and Roman had a pleasant glow in his stomach. Logan set his mug down with a decisive clack. “So. Talk.” Roman immediately stiffened, and Logan backed up, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to tell me everything, or anything at all, really, but you clearly had a difficult night. I’m not sure what else you need right now, and some context would be appreciated. Besides.” Logan leaned back in the chair, eyeing him. “I don’t usually get that many mysterious customers on the nightshift, surprisingly. I’m curious.” Roman felt his cheeks heat up again, and scolded himself for being so happy for the attention. Most people assumed they knew everything about him. It was nice to feel… interesting, in a normal way. /whatever./ his brain muttered bitterly. /he’s probably just curious about the weird, wet idiot on his doorstep. You look horrible, anyways. Any chance at 'charming stranger’ was ruined ages ago./ he sighed, and cleared his throat. “I… bailed on a party.” That was true, technically. “I…” /say anything/ his brain urged. /you don’t need to tell him how pathetic your night was. You didn’t ask for his help/ “I had a pretty bad break up.” /really?/ his mind was screaming. But Logan just winced sympathetically. “That must have been difficult… do you… would you like to talk about it?” Every instinct in his head told him not to. But he felt… warm. Safe. “I… was seeing some one who… was after something specific. After …they got that, I was unnecessary.” His voice sounded small and broken in his own ears, despite him trying to keep it steady. When he found the courage to look up, there was no pity or disgust in the other mans eyes. “That sucks.” It was the most casual he’d been all night. Roman couldn’t help laughing.

The terror of telling things like that to strangers returned somewhat after that, and the conversation moved on to lighter things. Mostly about Logan. He found out Logan slept upstairs, for convenience sake, and that he worked part time as a substitute English teacher, when he wasn’t restoring books. Logan tapped his fingers on his chair like he was playing a piano when he was thinking. Logan snorted when he laughed, if you could get him to do it. Logan didn’t think he was very good with people. Romans eyes were raw from crying, but he felt like the full effect of the night hadn’t even started to hit him. It was terrifying. Almost everything was. Tomorrow morning felt like some kind of deadline. Some kind of cliff.

Fortunately, it wasn’t tomorrow morning yet. Logan coughed politely, bringing him out of his thoughts. “As nice as this is,” ('he thinks it’s nice!’ Part of him said. 'Shut. up.’ said a larger part) “my shift is about to end.” Romans heart sank. “Do you have a place to stay tonight?” Logans voice was soft, almost… nervous. Romans heart was on a danm rollercoaster. “I… technically, yes.” There was the eyebrow again. “Technically?” Bile rose in Romans throat. “I would… rather not go back in this state, but I do have somewhere to go. If you lend me your phone I could call a cab-” “No! -I mean.” Logan cleared his throat, less gracefully this time. “That’s not necessary. You can stay here. If you want, that is.” This was familiar ground. Roman could feel his feet under him as Logan got more and more flustered. “And who’s bed would I be sleeping in, exactly?” Roman knew he was grinning at this point. “Uh- t-there’s a spare couch upstairs, I suppose you could have my bed if you-” “Not quite what I meant, gorgeous.” Roman pulled himself up off the couch, and stalked over to the armchair Logan was sitting in. He was close enough to see the other man swallow nervously. Getting no signal to back off, he planted both hands on the arms of the chair, caging Logan in, and waited for him to make a move. Throw him out, or… One of Logans hands grabbed the back of his neck. “I suppose” he muttered, pulling Roman towards him “I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

#long post//#oooooooo it's a multi chapter fic boooooooys buckle up for dissapOOOOOINTMEEEEEENNNNT *air horns*#logince #sanders sides fic #jetwrites #.......it was rlly fun to write flawed characters again #don't?? do rebound one night stands probably #I mean idk yr life so #you do you.#bulletproof

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