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bangtanmix73 · 1 year

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Ok so my idea was a Paul x reader where he and reader were best friends and had crushed on each other but when he started changing he had to leave reader behind and he says things to get reader to hate him so separating would be easier (like Jake did to Bella) and reader is heartbroken and sometime later, he meets reader again and imprints but reader is still angry about being left behind (angst with a happy ending) my favorite 👍👍

Please and thank you!!

A/n: I decided to change this up a bit and had Bella and reader become friends :).

Just Leave It to Bella

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, slight cursing, Paul saying things that’d make me punch him, Y/N with a backbone, kind of sucks, Bella dragging around Y/N, Y/N knows they don’t make smart decisions, finished this around 2am so good luck, I’m bad at confrontation, does it show?

Paul had left you alone. Completely.

At first, it started out with him refusing to see you. Then, it was not answering your calls. And, finally, not answering you altogether. He was your best friend. You may have had a crush on him, but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship, so you kept quiet about it.

You wanted to know what his problem was. You tried to talk to him at school, he’d ignore you, like he didn’t know you. If you called, his phone was on silent. If you texted, he became literate. Despite your efforts to keep your friendship, it seemed like it was over. You were hurt and angry. You attempted to get answers out of him one last time, but you wished you hadn’t.

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You parked your car on the curb in front of your best friend's house. You stepped out as Paul came out of his house. You wasted no time storming up to him.

“What’s your problem? Why have you been ignoring me?” You practically threw the questions at him. Paul stumbled back a bit, clearing not expecting you to turn up at his house.

Quickly recovering, he fired back a “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Nah, I want my answers first.” You glared up at him.

Paul glared right back, strangely not meeting your gaze. “Fine, you want to know why I’m ignoring you? You are fucking annoying.” He spit, getting straight to the point. “The sound of your voice annoys me. The only reason I’ve ever kept you around was because I felt bad you had no other friends. You've always followed me around like a lost puppy. I wish you would just stay the fuck away from me.”

Yeah, that hurt, but that didn’t stop you from slapping. You wanted to punch him, but those stupid feelings inside you willed you not to.

“You’re an ignorant asshole, you know that?” You laughed, an empty cold laugh that sent chills up Paul’s back. “I hope you end up alone and those new friends you got leave you.” You smiled, sarcastically, before walking back to your car and drove away from your now ex best friend. You never saw that tear that ran down Paul’s face.

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You weren’t going to lie, you were hurt. The anger had faded, but you still stood with what you said. You were sure it sounded pathetic, but it’s all you could come up with in that moment. It was months before you came out of your room and did anything and everything to distract yourself.

One normal rainy day, while you were in Forks, picking up some takeout, you ran into Bella Swan. She was in the same boat you were, her situation felt worse than yours. Her boyfriend dumped her in the middle of the woods, leaving her there, going to her childhood best friend for comfort after months of locking herself in her room, only doing exactly what Paul did, he left and made her heart break all over again. After that day, you traveled to Forks to visit Bella, becoming good friends with her. Becoming friends with her meant she dragged you along with her bullshit, but you stuck around anyway.

Today was another little ‘adventure’ with Bella. She was driving to Jacob Black’s house to confront him. She was going on about something about the Quileute being wolves? You had no idea, you just nodded along.

Bella parked her truck in the Black’s driveway. Bella got out, stomping up to the door, knocking, you rushed to catch up with her. A man in a wheelchair, who you guessed was Jacob’s dad, opened the door.

“Bella?”

“I need to see him.”

“He’s not in.” Bella looked like she was deciding something before pushing past him.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to see him.” She went straight for a door towards the back of the house.

“I’m sorry, so sorry.” You apologized, going around him, fast walking straight to Bella.

Right as you catch up to her, she’s going out the back door. This woman, you thought as you practically run to walk behind her.

“What did you do?” You peak around her to see four men she’s going straight for. As you got closer, you realized one of them was Paul. Fuck.

“What did you do to him?” She shoved into the tallest of them all. You pulled her back. “He didn’t want this!”

“What did we do? What did he do? What did he tell you?” Paul all but snarled at her.

“He doesn’t tell me anything because he’s scared of you.” Three of the men standing in front of you started laughing. You scoffed. Still an ignorant asshole.

Paul glanced over at you, “You shouldn’t be here.”

You rolled your eyes and glared at him, “And you should mind your business.”

You caught a glimpse of his arms beginning to shake. You decided to follow your gut feeling and move.

“Bella, back up.” Thankfully, Bella also noticed his shaking and moved back with you. The man next to Paul was attempting to calm him down, but it didn’t help.

Then it happened. He turned into a giant dog. Your childhood best friend turned into a giant gray dog.

Bella started running, which was the smarter option, but you were frozen in shock.

The dog, wolf is the better word, started stalking towards you. Although, the wolf stopped in its tracks as it stared at you like it’s seeing you for the first time. You were standing there in more confusion than shock now.

The wolf made its way towards you again. That’s when you snapped out of it and began walking backwards. Your movement caused him to stop, whining as he leaned down into a bowing position. Something compelled you to be near him. With a cautious pace, you reached a hand out as you got closer. Paul raises his big head up, making you freeze. To your surprise, he licked your hand. You took it as a sign to kneel down in front of him. Petting his head, you look behind you to see Bella and Jacob not far behind you.

“So, he’s not going to hurt us?” Bella stood halfway behind Jacob.

You shrugged, “I guess not?” You more questioned than stated.

The man from earlier, which at this point, you guessed was the leader, came around and stood next to Paul. “Phase back, Paul. You got some things to explain.”

You moved back, allowing him to stand to his full height while also standing up. You watched him trot into the forest where he came from.

“Take them back to Emily’s place, I’ll catch up with Paul.”

“Guess the wolf’s out of the bag.”

You faced Bella, sighing, “Leave it to you to drag me into some weird shit.”

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You were now standing next to Bella, nibbling on a muffin Emily offered you while Bella picked at hers. You were filled in a bit about what they were and their names. Embry, as he introduced himself, said Paul ‘imprinted’ on you. When you asked, they wouldn’t elaborate on what exactly an ‘imprint’ was.

Sam, the ‘alpha’, and Paul sauntered into the house. Sam went for Emily while Paul didn’t go far past the doorway. He caught your gaze; he signaled you to follow him.

“I’ll be back. Don’t leave without me please.” You mumbled to Bella before chasing after him.

He waited until you were further away from the house to say something.

“I’m sorry,” he stopped in his tracks, turning to face you, making you stop as well. “About what I said that day and for leaving you. Sam ordered us to stop talking to anyone we had before the shift.”

You scoffed, “I don’t give a damn if you turn into a giant wolf or not, that gave you no right to say to me. I won’t accept it, so don’t bother using that as an excuse.”

“I get that.” Paul was quick to change the subject. “I’m guessing they told you about us?”

You nodded, “Yeah, they also said you imprinted. What does imprinting mean?”

“Imprinting is like when you see them, they’re all that matters. It’s no longer gravity, they are the only one keeping you here. You’d do anything for them, their happiness, their safety. It doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship. It can be a brother, a best friend, a protector or something more. She’s... you.” Paul took a breath, “I’ll understand if you reject the bond.”

Despite his words, his expression was strained. While you were upset at his words that day, you were still in love with him. But you were not going to give in easily.

“Look, even after what you said, I still have feelings for you.” You admitted.

“Feelings?” Paul asked, looking puzzled.

You reluctantly answered, “I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids.” Your gaze moved along the trees, wanting to look at anything but him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Paul had his signature smirk plastered on his face. You shook your head, unable to stop your own grin, “Shut up, Paul.”

He chuckled, moving your face to look back at him. “I had feelings for you, too.”

Paul leaned in to kiss you, you pulled yourself back from him, laughing.

“Hell no. Your words still sting. As far as I’m concerned, you’re working for it if you want anything.” You stated, making him groan.

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lunajay33 · 5 months

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Destiny Part.4🐺

Summary: Paul has just shifted to his new life as a wolf and feels empty without his imprint hoping he finds her soon, y/n just moved to forks to live with her dad and sister Bella and decides to go to the bone fire to make new friends

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“I’m Paul’s imprint, he told me everything” I glared

She was so hypocritical, she can be in love with a vampire and be obsessed with their family after a year but I bc ant spend time with people who have been in my life forever and they just happen to be shifters? That’s not far, she’s never fair

“W..what?” She was shocked, her eyes showing full white and her jaw slacked open

“I’m Paul’s imprint, I’m meant to be with him, I always have been and we both knew it deep down, why is this such a problem atleast he protects people, look what those blood suckers did to you” i tried to reason

“You don’t know a thing about them y/n, don’t ever speak about them like that ever, you’d be lucky to even be in the same room as them, especially you” she scowled

“What is that suppose to mean Bella?” I felt my heart throb

“You’ve never been good enough, you’re just a burden to this family, can’t you see that”

I couldn’t take it anymore I ran out the door still sore but I didn’t know where to go, my bike was back at Emily’s, then I remembered I had Jakes number

I ran out of the house trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill, after three rings Billy answered

“Hello?”

“Hi billy……” I felt the lump in my throat get worse

“Y/n? What are you doing calling at this time of night? Are you okay?” He asked concerned like he always was with me

“Is Jake around? Would he be able to come pick me up?” I whined as my voice wavered

“Oh dear of course I’ll send him by right away just hold one okay?”

“Okay, thank you billy”

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I waited for 20 minutes when I saw his rabbit car pull up I quickly got in

“Y/n what’s wrong why did you call?” He asked concerned

I looked out the window and sunk in my seat

“Can we talk about it later I just need to be away from Bella right now…..please”

“Of course” he said softly as he started to drive back to his house

When we pulled up to the red house that felt more like home I felt a bit better, a sense of belonging

Me and Jake got out and he opened the door to the house for me, I threw myself down on the couch and sighed

Today was suppose to be a magical day, I found my soul mate, and he wanted me he actually just wanted me and I wasn’t his second choice

As I was sitting there I saw billy roll in and stop infront of me as Jake sat down next to me

“Dear what happened?” Billy asked

And the tears finally fell, I couldn’t hold it back anymore, especially around him

“She said I wasn’t good enough….that I’m just a burden to the family, I don’t know what I ever did wrong for her to hate me” I cried into my hands trying to avoid looking at them

I felt the warmth of Jakes hand rub my back as billy pat my knee

“Y/n look at me” billy pleaded and I hesitantly looked up

“You are never a burden to us, we love you, you’re like another daughter to me, and I know Jake sees you like his little sis, you’re always the sweetest most kindest soul, and don’t you ever let her make you think you’re not worth love” he said as he wiped my tears away

“Do you want me to call Paul?” Jake asked

“No I don’t want him seeing me like this” I hiccuped that’s when we heard a knock on the door

Jake got up to answer it and that’s when I heard that beautiful voice I love always got butterflies around

“Where is she? Is she okay?”

“Come in she’s on the couch” Jake said stepping aside and he jogged over kneeling infront of me

“We will give you some privacy” billy smiled as Jake wheeled him to a different room

“How did you know I was here?” I asked confused but I couldn’t help feel better with him around

“I could sense you weren’t okay and I just followed your scent, it’s an imprint thing, but what happened?”

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Part.5<-

How is everyone liking the story plz lmk🤍

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therealcocoshady · 1 month

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Recovery - Chapter 30

Eminem x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : Reader wakes up and learns that Em left the room to go and see Tracy in the middle of the night.

Tags : Fluff - Comfort

Y/N’s POV

You opened your eyes as you felt a dip in the mattress. It was Marshall getting under the cover. You weren’t even aware he was gone. The slight space between the hotel room’s curtain let a little bit of light in. You assumed it was early in the morning.

Hey, you said in a raspy voice.

Sorry baby, didn’t mean to wake you up, he said softly.

Were you gone ? You asked with a small yawn.

For a minute, yeah, he said. Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep, my love.

Wasn’t he aware that telling you not to worry about it and going back to sleep was a sure fire way for you to actually about it and not be able to sleep ? You sat up in bed and stared at him.

Where were you ? You asked.

Not important, he said as he tried to get you to lie down. Let’s sleep, ok ? I want to cuddle.

Marshall…

He turned and looked at you. You were fully awake and staring at him with a stern look on your face.

You’re not going to let this go, are you ? He asked.

Do you even have to ask ?

Probably not, he mumbled. Well, you might as well know… I went to talk to Tracy.

You couldn’t help but chortle nervously. Why on earth would he visit another woman’s hotel room in the middle of the night, right after you had a conversation about his recent sexual encounter with her ? As much as you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, it was hard. You knew better than to stereotype, of course, but your boyfriend was literally a superstar rapper on tour with women throwing themselves at him. You wanted to believe all the lovely things he said to you, the love words he whispered in your ear, but it was hard. And even though you had no right to be upset about it, the image of Tracy kissing him and throwing herself at him in a hotel room in London was imprinted in your brain. The idea that he visited her in the middle of the night, while you were asleep and expecting to wake up in his arms was a painful one.

You’ve got to be kidding me, you said.

Babe, don’t get mad, he said.

Why would I get mad ? You asked sarcastically. You have every right to go and see another woman in the middle of the night. Especially when she was eager to get on her knees two nights ago.

Well, I do have a right to, he pointed out calmly.

You glared at him. The fact that he was right did not matter in the moment. That was not what you wanted to hear. All you wanted was for him to tell you nothing happened between them and that soon, she would be gone forever. Actually, no. What you actually wanted was for nothing to ever had happened between the two of them, no matter how irrational that was. You knew that Marshall had a past. After all, it came with the territory of being with someone older. His sentimental life had begun way before you were even born, so you couldn’t expect to be the first woman he ever dated. When you were first together, you had never really felt threatened by another woman. In fact, you had always felt pretty secure, even though your relationship was a secret. But now, it was different. Because for all you knew, he was always surrounded by women. It wasn’t just him and studio personnel anymore. He had a whole team surrounding him everywhere he went. A team that included a woman he had dated and slept with. You had absolutely no right to be, but you were jealous. It was very new to you, not only in this relationship, but also in general. It was very much out of character for you and yet, it was very real.

Whatever, you said coldly as you got up.

Where are you going ? He asked.

On the couch.

Y/N, you can’t be serious, he said. Nothing happened with Tracy. We just talked.

How am I supposed to know that ?! You blurted out. And how am I supposed to believe that ? It’s the middle of the night, we just got back together and you went to see another woman in her hotel room. And not just any woman, by the way. Your fucking ex, that you almost slept with 48 hours ago. How can I not be insecure about that ? She's a woman you have a past with, she knows you better than I do and, more importantly, you care enough about her to leave me in the middle of the night. You left me for her, Marshall.

By the end of your speech, you were in tears. These were tears of sadness and frustration. But most of all, these were tears of fright : you were frightened by the idea that he would leave you for her, or any other woman who threw herself at him, for that matter. Back when you were in Detroit, even though you knew he was a celebrity, the notion of him having options with other women was vague. Of course he was attractive and a catch, there was no doubt about that, but he had never shown too much interest in anyone other than you, apart from Nicole, but that was before you actually dated. Marshall pulled you in for a hug and you let him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he stroked your hair and traced circles on your skin.

Don’t cry, my love, he said softly. I’m sorry I didn’t see things from your perspective. I went to see her because she asked me if we could finish our conversation. I didn’t leave you for her. I only went there because I wanted to get it over with, and because I see her as a friend.

What conversation ? You asked as you sniffled.

The one we were having in the corridor before you heard us, he said. The one about you.

Oh, you said sheepishly. Why did she want to talk about me anyway ?

He looked at you and took your hand in his. It felt like he was about to give you some horrible news.

Well, he said, she was a bit surprised that I suddenly had a girlfriend. Especially one I quickly introduced to everyone when almost no one on the team knew about it in the first place. She was a bit confused about what happened between us two days ago, too. So she had a few questions and I answered them.

What did you tell her ? You asked.

The truth, he shrugged. I told her that I’ve been in love with you for ages and that we just got back together. And that the reason why I am introducing you to people is because things are serious between us. I don’t have anything to hide here.

Why does she care anyway ? You groaned.

Because she’s on my team and she’s known me forever, so she knows it’s a bit uncommon for me to act like this, he said. But she also told me that, before knowing I was with you, she was hoping that we could give our relationship another try.

What did you say ? You asked nervously.

I was honest, he shrugged. I told her I don’t see her like that anymore and that I’m sorry she got her hopes up. I also told her that it would be best if she could figure out how she feels while I’m on vacation. You know, she’s a friend and I like having her to assist me because she does a great job. But if she thinks it’s going to be too hard, we’ll have to figure out something. Obviously I wouldn’t fire her over potential feelings she may have for me, but I don’t want the situation to get weird. It would make everyone’s job and life difficult. So anyway, I told her to take a bit of time off and we’ll see how it goes when I get back to work.

You nodded. He was obviously clear-headed and reasonable. Some shameful part of you wanted him to fire Tracy, or at least for her to disappear, but you knew it wasn’t a reasonable nor a realistic expectation. You also appreciated the kindness he showed. He cupped your cheek and smiled softly.

You don’t have to worry about anything, baby, he said. I mean, I understand the worry, obviously. But I want you to know that you are my priority.

I know, you said. I mean, I believe you, but all these thoughts… they’re hitting me all of a sudden, you know ? And I usually hate jealousy in relationships, but I swear, imagining you with her, it breaks my heart, Marshall…

I get it, he said. I can’t blame you. I would probably feel the same way, if the situation was reversed. Or worse, if I’m honest. So I understand. But I’ll say it again and I’ll repeat it until it’s engraved in your brain : you are my one and only. And I’m sorry I left. But I’m also glad I did. At least the situation is clearer now. In a few hours, Tracy will be gone and it will be just us.

Ok, you said softly. Thank you for understanding… I think it’s overwhelming. It’s a lot in very little time, you know ?

It is, he nodded. If I’m honest, I think I might need some rest after all these emotions. How about we spend the day in bed ? Just the two of us. No phones, no one around… just me, you, some movies and maybe food ?

I’d like that, you said. I missed cuddling with you.

Me too, he said with a smile. You have no idea.

You smiled and he pulled you to him for a warm embrace, whispering sweet love words in your ear.

I am yours, Y/N, he said softly. Yours only.

I’m yours too, you replied as you nuzzled his neck.

Now, will my beautiful girl allow me to go to sleep ? He asked with a grin.

You nodded and he wasted no time imprisoning you in his arms, pulling the cover over your bodies. Your limbs were tangled together and he whispered to you how much you meant to him, how happy he was to have you back in his arms. You fell asleep a bit reassured.

You spent the next day following Marshall’s plans : you did absolutely nothing except lounging in bed, cuddling and watching movies. Apparently, touring had exhausted him and he needed the rest. You had also turned off your phones, so as not to be bothered. This allowed you to get reacquainted with each other’s presence. You were in a little bubble, just the two of you. It almost felt as if you had never broken up : you were back to talking about anything, making silly jokes… You talked about everything, catching on each other’s life and Marshall brought up the topic of your future.

So, what are your plans for after our vacation ? He asked as he played with your fingers.

I don’t know, you said honestly. I’ll keep the job search going, I guess.

Have you sent out a lot of applications ? He asked.

Tons, you said. But the job market in France is shit right now, especially in my field, so…. I guess I’ll have to keep hearing my father tell me that I’m a complete and utter failure for a while.

You don’t have to, he pointed out.

Well, I’m living with him, so…

You could always move somewhere else, he shrugged.

I’d need a stable job first, you said. Housing market is a nightmare in Paris and my savings would not be enough to convince a landlord.

You don’t get what I’m hinting at, don’t you ? He asked.

It was true : you had absolutely no idea. To be fair, he wasn’t helping much. It was also a bit frustrating to have him tell you you should just move out of your Dad’s apartment. As if it were that simple. You didn’t take any pleasure in being almost 28 and living in your childhood bedroom. Obviously, if you’d been able to afford living on your own, you would have done that long ago. But with no job prospects, it was hard.

What are you hinting at exactly ? You asked.

You told me you’re not really happy in France, he said. Why don’t you come back to the US ?

It’s true that I might have better opportunities, you said. That being said… the housing issue still stands. At least while I search for a job. And I can’t ask Tay and Jamal. They would probably say yes, but I’ve already lived with them rent-free for about a year.

Someone else, then, he suggested.

I don’t want to bother anyone, you said. I’m not some type of freeloader who expects favors…

For fuck’s sake, babe, I’m suggesting that you move in with me, he said. Aren’t doctors supposed to be smart or something ?

You stared at him in shock. Was he seriously asking you to move in with him, merely 48 hours after getting back together ? He was speaking matter-of-factly, as if it were no big deal and he had simply made dinner suggestions.

Are you serious ? You asked carefully.

Yeah, he shrugged.

It hasn’t even been three days, Marshall, you pointed out.

It’s not like we just met, he replied. Before you left, you had most of your stuff at my place and we slept together every night. We were practically living together, babe.

I guess, you said. But it’s still different…

How so ? He asked. The only thing that would change would be your name on the mailbox.

Not really, you pointed out. What if we have a fight ? Or if we simply don’t get along ?

Why wouldn’t we get along ? He scoffed. We’ve always gotten along, baby. There’s literally no reason why it would change. And if we have a fight… Well every couple fights, you know ? It’s bound to happen at one point or another. What I’m really saying is that I’m in love with you and I want to live with you.

But… why ? You asked, still flabbergasted.

Why do people ever live together ? He asked. I’ve seen what my life looks like with you in and out of it and I know for a fact that I’m happier when you’re with me. Why wouldn’t I want to live with you ? Why wouldn’t I want to wake up next to the woman I love every morning, fall asleep with her in my arms every night and experience every day with her ?

But it’s such a big move, you said.

It is, he agreed. But it’s also very simple. In life, you have to do what makes you happy, right ? And I know being with you is what makes me happy. What do you think, baby ?

I don’t know, you said honestly. When you put it like that, it’s really tempting, but… That’s a big step to take, should we really do that on impulse ?

My best choices were made on impulse, he grinned. First rap battle ? Impulse. Keeping Hailie when Kim got pregnant and we were broke ? Impulse. Signing 50 ? Impulse. Adopting Stevie when I got back with Kim and she was pregnant with another dude’s child ? Impulse. Deciding to be with you after months of thinking it was a bad idea ? Impulse. The list goes on.

He was staring at you with a smile, holding your hand in his. You weren’t too sure what to think. He was the love of your life. Of course you wanted to live with him. However, a small part of your brain was telling you it was unreasonable.

So ? What do you say ? He asked.

I kind of want to say yes, you admitted with a shy smile.

Say yes, then, he said with a smile. Please say yes.

Can I just say maybe for now ? And have some time to think about it ? You asked.

We have a couple of weeks together before I have to fly home to Detroit, he said. Just enough time for me to convince you to come with me.

I didn’t say I needed convincing, you chuckled. I said I needed to think about it.

But you know I relish a challenge, he smirked.

You giggled and kissed him. He whispered sweet words in your ear, promising to make you happy if you said yes. You loved how sweet and soft he was when he was with you. Suddenly, a few questions popped into your head : how many women had he lived with ? Did he move in as fast with them ? How about Tracy ? Had she lived with him ? In all the time you’d known him, he had only mentioned Kim. But he wasn’t really one to spill when it came to his personal life.

Can I ask you a question ? You asked.

Of course, he said. What about ?

About moving in together.

Please do, he said with a boyish grin. Anything to make you agree.

Have you lived with ahem… a lot of people ? You asked, embarrassed.

And by people, you mean women, right ? He asked back, with a raised eyebrow.

Well… hum… yes, you admitted.

I guess we sort of have to do this, if we’re ever gonna move in together, he mumbled.

Do what ?

The inventory of past relationships, he explained.

You know all about mine, you pointed out. You, on the other hand, never talk about yours…

True, he shrugged. I hate talking about my personal life. When it’s ongoing, I consider things to be private, and when it’s over, I don’t really see why I should talk about it. Anyway, to go back to your question, I haven’t lived with a lot of women.

Meaning ? You asked.

Meaning I’ve only ever lived with Kim, he said.

Really ? You asked in shock.

Really, he said with a smile. When we got divorced, I was 34, with 3 kids. So I felt like I needed some time to myself. Then, I got sober so I focused on getting better. And then, I dated for a bit, but I didn’t really want to bring another woman in the house while the girls were growing up. I mean, I introduced some of them to my family, but as far as actually moving in together ? No. So… you’re not one in a thousand, Y/N.

I wasn’t saying that, you sheepishly defended yourself.

You were, he chuckled. But that’s ok. I get that it can be a little scary. Just so you know, contrary to popular belief, I haven’t dated tons of women, you know ?

Just slept with a lot of them ? You joked.

Basically, yeah, he said with a laugh.

Can I ask about that ? You asked, feeling suddenly curious.

I guess, he chuckled.

How many women have you slept with ?

No idea, he shrugged. A lot, I guess. Though I can tell you the number is definitely not as high as what people can expect.

Really ? You asked in disbelief.

Yeah, he said with a smile. I mean, there was a point in my life when I wanted to get all the pussy I could, for sure, but it was short-lived. Most of the stuff happened on tour but I wasn’t fucking groupies every night for ten years, you know ? Also, drugs kind of ruined my sex life for a while. And my perspective on that shifted when I started recovery and got older anyway.

You nodded in understanding and he told you more about sex and recovery, how hard it had been for him, as well as his physical insecurities due to the weight he had put on when he was using, not to mention the ones due to his fame and status, which made having a dating life challenging. He also opened up about his regrets regarding his past meaningless sexual encounters.

Most of the time, it was bad, he said. A lot of the time, drugs or alcohol were involved and I don’t remember much, but I’d say my performances were subpar. Plus, I didn’t really care about the girls I was with. It was just for the sake of it, because I had the opportunity, you know ?

So you don’t miss it ? You asked.

Nope, he shrugged. And even if I did, I wouldn’t hook up with anyone like I did before. Last thing I need is for a girl to hop on social media and describe our one night stand.

Hence the social media clause in the NDA ? You mused.

Kind of, he chuckled. I mean, I’m no stranger to people spilling details about me and how it’s like to be with me. Kim even did that on TV and radio. But with social media, there’s more risk, you know ?

She did that ?! You asked surprised.

Oh yeah, he said with a grin. She commented on our relationship and even our sex life. That shit was wild.

You must have been livid, you pointed out.

Oddly enough, not so much, he chuckled. If anyone else had done it, I would have lost my shit. But with Kim, it was eye for eye. I mean, you’ve heard my songs.

I have, you said.

So you know I’m not innocent either, he simply said.

I guess, you replied.

It’ll never be like that with us, you know ? He said. I understand all the questions and shit. But I want you to know that with you it’s different. On so many levels. And anyone who knows me would tell you it takes someone really special for me to fall in love, let alone considering living with someone.

Were you in love with Tracy ? You couldn’t help but ask.

He paused and looked at you. He stayed silent for a few seconds.

I’m not sure, he sighed. I loved her, but I don’t think I was in love with her.

Really ? You asked.

As I told you, I wasn’t available, emotionally speaking, he explained. That being said, Tracy has always been a great presence in my life, especially when we were dating, and I will always have affection for her.

You couldn’t help but groan. That was not what you wanted to hear.

I could have done without hearing that, you pointed out as you rolled your eyes.

I thought we were being honest, he said with a smile. If you want the truth, you get it. I’m not going to coddle you. Look… I get what’s on your mind right now, babe. I know that you have it out for Tracy, whether you want to admit it to yourself or not. So I understand that you don’t like hearing that I care about her. But I’d rather be honest with you.

I know, you said. And I know I shouldn’t care as much, but while we’re being honest… I wouldn’t mind if she fell down the stairs or tripped on a Lego every morning for the rest of her life.

He couldn’t help but chortle. He pulled you closer and kissed you softly.

I guess I’d feel this way too, he chuckled. But I hope the two of you can be civil if you run into each other. Not going to lie, it would make my life easier.

Of course, you said. But until then, I’ll just quietly despise her.

You’re impossible, he said with a smile.

Shall I remind you of Josh ? You asked as you gave him a side-eye.

I have no idea what you’re talking about, he said with a feigned innocent expression.

I could pull all the shit you did to Josh on Tracy, you said with a smile.

Don’t, he said as he shook his head. Mind you, I stopped once you were mine. And I’m already yours. So, you can and should behave.

Make me, you said teasingly.

Without a second of hesitation, he pinned you to the bed with a grin and started to tickle you. You did your best to fight back but you had no chance. You resorted to the only tools at your disposal : bargaining and trying to charm him. Begging didn’t work but batting your eyelashes and spilling kisses all over his face did. It quickly turned into a make out session, with you grinding on top of him. You could feel his hard on through his sweatpants. You weren’t wearing much - panties and one of his tee-shirts - and the friction of your bodies was turning you into a horny mess. You mentally slapped yourself for going off the pill. If you hadn’t, you could have him ravish you in every corner of the room. You were kissing sloppily, moaning and unable to keep your hands off each other. You felt high on your desire for him. You didn’t simply want him - you craved his touch, you needed it. Your mind wouldn’t let go of the thought until the craving was satisfied. You removed his tee-shirt and got to admire his perfect chest. He seemed chiseled in marble, muscular in a noticeable yet not too obvious way. Everything about him was to die for, from his body to his face to his piercing blue gaze that you swore could see right through your soul. This had you wondering if he could see how much you were burning for him ? How longing were you to be his ? There was also some territorial aspect to your desire : you wanted him to be yours. No one else’s. His fingers were digging in your skin through the fabric of the tee-shirt you were wearing while your kisses became more and more ardent. As you kept on grinding on him, you started to whimper. You seemed lost in some sort of trance, blinded by desire.

However, you came back to your senses as you heard banging on the door. Both of you stopped moving and looked at each other with raised eyebrows. It was late in the night and dinner had been delivered hours ago.

Ignore it, Marshall said.

Aren’t you curious ? You asked.

It’s probably Paul or someone from my team, he shrugged. Whatever it is, I’m not letting it distract me from this.

He kissed you again and started to let his hands wander underneath your tee-shirt, finding your breast. The banging continued but you proceeded to ignore it, focusing only on each other. The world could wait. Bangs on the door got louder and louder and Marshall groaned into the kiss.

I’m going to tell Paul to fuck off, he said as he got up from the bed, not even taking the time to put on a tee-shirt.

You laid down as he left the bedroom, waiting for him to come back so you could resume. You heard him open the door.

Yo what th-

Eeeew. Not what I wanted to see, you heard Talia say.

Hey, Marshall said. Do you guys know what time it is ?

I know, she giggled. But it’s an emergency, I need to see Y/N.

I’ll get her to come to your room later, alright ? He said. Not to be rude, guys but-

CODE WHITE. I REPEAT. WE HAVE A CODE WHITE.

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew what that meant. You had been waiting for this moment forever. In no time, you were out of the bed and on your feet, running through the suite, almost jumping over furniture to take Talia in your arms. Code white only meant one thing : WEDDING. You pushed Marshall out of the way and engulfed Talia into a hug as you shrieked.

Oh my God ! You said.

I’M ENGAGED !!! Talia yelled.

The two of you were jumping around and doing some silly little dance. You couldn’t believe that your best friends were getting married. You also took Jamal in your arms. He was way quieter than Talia, which wasn’t too surprising. Your best friend put her hand out for you to admire her ring and, unsurprisingly, it was gorgeous : It was a huge diamond, princess cut with a halo, on a yellow gold band. Definitely over the top, but very Talia-esque and befitting for the wife to be of a beatmaker and producer whose latest work had gone platinum.

You’re going to poke someone’s eye with that thing, Marshall said with a grin before hugging the both of them. Congratulations guys.

I DON’T CARE ! I’M ENGAGED. I’M GONNA BE A BRIDE ! Talia screamed.

Why don’t you scream louder ? Marshall asked sarcastically. I think someone on the other side of town hasn’t heard you quite right…

I’M EN-

Oh my God, shut up ! You giggled as you put your hand over her mouth.

Sorry, Jamal said with a grin. My beautiful bride-to-be would not wait until morning to tell you guys. Hope we didn’t wake you guys…

Who cares ? Talia asked. We’re getting married !!!

Are you drunk ? You giggled.

She might have had a bit too much champagne, Jamal chuckled. Did we wake you up ?

I see that. Don’t worry, we were awake, Marshall said as he rolled his eyes.

I want to know everything !!! You said. How did you propose ?!

We’ll tell you everything as long as you guys put some clothes on. For the love of God, have some decency, Jamal chuckled.

It’s past midnight and you come banging on my door like there’s a fire or something, Marshall groaned. You don’t get to complain about what we’re wearing.

We tried to call you guys a hundred times, Talia pointed out.

It was a no-phone day, Marshall shrugged.

You chuckled and the both of you went to put on more clothes. As soon as you got back, you urged your friends to tell you everything about their engagement. You were over the moon for them. They had been together for nearly six years and they formed the most perfect couple you knew.

It happened tonight after dinner. Jamal took me to this really fancy restaurant, and then we went for a walk and a beautiful private canal cruise under the moonlight and… that’s where he popped the question !!!

When Hailie called us to ask us if we’d fly to Europe for Em’s birthday, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity, Jamal said with a smile. It was about time I asked for her hand anyway.

You smiled at them. They were over the moon, glowing with happiness and they deserved every minute of it. They were your very best friends in the world after all.

Since you guys are up… I guess we can ask them, babe ? Jamal asked Talia.

Oh yes, great idea. Guys… we have favors to ask of you, she said.

Oh that can’t be good, Marshall said sarcastically.

Shut up, roomie, she said to him.

What my fiancée is trying to say is that… we’re gonna need people by our side. And we’d love it if you guys accepted to be respectively my best man and her maid of honor ? Jamal said.

Of course, Man, Marshall said with a smile. Happy to.

I’d love nothing more, you said as you hugged them, tears of joy in your eyes.

And there’s another thing…, Talia added. Y/N… we’d love nothing more than for you to officiate the wedding. You’ve lived with us for almost a year, you are our best friend, you have a way with words like no one else - no offense Em but we don’t need you rapping here - and you are the most loving and romantic person we know. Will you do us the honor of actually getting us married ?

Oh my goodness, yes, you said, crying. Of course guys.

You sniffled and had to grab a tissue as you were bawling with happiness.

You know you’re not the one being proposed to, right ? Jamal asked ironically.

I know but… I love you guys so much and I am so honored and… you know how I love love and weddings, right ?

He nodded and hugged you as Marshall chuckled.

I can’t wait to start planning, Talia said, overjoyed. I have so many ideas.

Babe, let them sleep, we’ll talk about that later, her fiancé said.

Let her get it out of her system now or you’ll regret it for the whole planning process, Marshall said to him. Two weddings, trust me, he added with a grin. Can I see you in the other room for a sec ? I have something to ask you ?

Everyone looked at him intrigued but they went and talked, as Talia started listing her ideas - all over the place. One thing was for sure - it was going to be a very fancy and expensive wedding, by the looks of it. At that rate, the new album better go Diamond and Jamal should work even harder. As the perfect maid of honour, you made sure to note every idea, from flowers to music, to food and decoration items.

The guys came back a couple of minutes later and Jamal managed to convince his tipsy future wife to go to bed.

What was that about ? You asked with curiosity as you closed the door on your friends.

Nothing, he shrugged with a smile. Boy stuff.

Mmmmh, you said conspicuously. Best man stuff ?

Bro stuff, he chuckled. Nevermind, you’ll find out soon enough.

I can’t believe they’re finally getting married, you said with emotion.

So, you like weddings, huh ? He chuckled. Getting all teary-eyes and stuff…

Shut up, you said shyly. I know how you feel about weddings and that you hate that stuff, but there’s something about it. The whole happiness, dressing up, celebrating love, you know ?

Yeah, no, I see the point, he shrugged. I just think it’s a lot of unnecessary spending and planning for nothing. I get why people would want to get married, but the truth is, most people don’t get married for the right reasons. I know I didn’t, both times. And if you truly love someone, you don’t need a piece of paper, a poofy dress and an overpriced cake in order to grow old and happy with them.

Makes sense, you said. But I know that Talia and Jamal are the real deal. They’re made for each other and they’re doing it for the right reasons.

I agree, he said with a smile. After living with them for a short while, I can tell they’re the perfect couple. That made my life miserable, by the way. I was grieving our relationship and I had to watch them. Definitely made me bitter.

I get that, you chuckled.

You were interrupted by a discreet knock on the door.

I’ll get it, Marshall said. Go to the bedroom, I won’t be long.

Sure ?

Yes, he said before kissing you.

You shrugged and did as he said. You were getting under the covers when he came back to the bedroom, a pack of condoms in hand and a shit-eating grin on his face.

You asked Jamal for rubbers ?! You asked with a laugh.

I’m his best man, not to mention his boss, that’s the least he could do, right ?

You chuckled and pulled him in for a kiss.

I hope they kept a few, you giggled. Because they are about to have so much engagement sex.

I don’t give a fuck, Marshall chuckled. But we are about to have so much “best man/maid of honor” sex. You like wedding traditions ? I’ll give you wedding traditions, babe.

You laughed but, in the end, he was right. You did spend the rest of the night making love, in every corner of the penthouse and in every position. Screw Paris, Amsterdam was definitely the most romantic city in the world, and the sexiest, too.

The next day, you embarked on the impromptu family vacation Alaina and her sisters planned at the last minute. Ten days visiting a few cities in Europe, as you were joined by Alaina’s husband, Hailie’s fiancé and Stevie’s boyfriend. You also had two security people with you. You started by visiting Milan and then Madrid, before ending up in Paris. It was extremely chill and relaxing, in spite of the fact that there were a lot of you. You also got to spend some romantic moments with Marshall, walking hand in hand in the cities, usually late at night so that you wouldn’t be spotted too easily. Whenever it was just the two of you, you were all over each other, kissing and hugging. At the hotels you stayed at, he made sure to have your favorite flowers delivered to the room, as well as your favorite snacks. He was adorable and attentionate, always making sure you were alright. One thing made the vacation less enjoyable though : the presence of paparazzi. Amsterdam, Milan and Madrid were fine, but for some reason, people found out about Marshall’s presence in Paris, which made him unable to get out of the hotel. It was the girls’ last night before they boarded the jet and got back to Detroit the next day with their significant others, while Marshall would stay with you for a few more days. You were resting in your suite while the others were shopping and sightseeing.

I’m sorry you can’t enjoy Paris, you said sheepishly.

It’s fine, he shrugged. I’ve been here a few times already. At least the girls get to enjoy it. I gave them my credit card for some shopping to make up for my absence, so I think they’ll be just fine.

What a thoughtful Dad you are, you chuckled.

Oh, I might regret it, he grinned. They did mention something about Chanel… Anyway, speaking of Dad stuff… Have you thought about moving in with me ? Because if it’s happening, I’d like to tell them beforehand.

I have, you said with an enigmatic smile.

So ? He asked. What do you say ?

Yes, you said. I’ll move in with you. On a few conditions, though.

Anything you want, my love, he said in excitement before kissing you.

I want your daughters to agree to it, you said. They grew up in this house and I want to make sure they’re comfortable with the idea of me living there.

Understandable, Marshall said. Thank you for being so thoughtful about it. Anything else ?

If they agree to it, I have two other conditions, you continued. First, I want to contribute.

Absolutely not, he said sternly. You’re my girlfriend, not my roommate. I’m not having you pay rent. I don’t even have a mortgage, so that would be pretty stupid.

Then at least half of the utilities and groceries ? I’m not a freeloader, you said.

We’ll see about that, he sighed. I hate the idea, though. I’m your boyfriend, why don’t you let me take care of you ?

You already take care of me, you don’t have to pay my way, Marshall, you explained.

It’s not paying your way, he said as he rolled his eyes. But you’re my girlfriend and you deserve to be treated like a princess. Call me old fashioned, but I’m the guy, it’s my job to take care of that stuff. If you have money, keep it to yourself.

That’s adorable, you said. But it’s your house. I want to feel like I have a right to be there. I want to feel like I have a place. Not that I’m just living with you, you know ?

Makes sense, he sighed. We’ll see. But only when you have a job and you can actually afford it, ok ?

Fine. But I have another condition.

Which is ?

I’d like to have one of the guest rooms, you said.

He scoffed and let out a small laugh, as if you had told some sort of hilarious joke. However, you were more than serious : you were about to agree to moving into his house. The same one he had lived in for more than twenty years. You didn’t mind and you knew how much this place meant to him, but you wanted to have a small corner you could claim as yours.

We’re not sleeping in separate bedrooms, he said.

I’m not saying that, you clarified. But I would like a space of my own.

Babe, it’s a big-ass house and there’s only two of us, if you need space, you’ll get it, he shrugged.

I really think I would feel more at ease, you said. Otherwise, I’ll always feel like a guest. I’m not asking for much, I’m not asking you to redecorate or anything. Just a small corner for some books, a chair and a blanket ?

Alright, he sighed. I do want you to feel at home. Just so you know, I wouldn't even mind if you wanted to redecorate. I mean, some things, I’m attached to, but I’m not opposed to the idea of updating some parts of the house.

I think your house is just fine, you shrugged. But thank you.

Is that it ? He asked. That’s all you’re asking for ?

That’s all, you confirmed.

I can roll with that, he said with a smile.

He took you in his arms and kissed your forehead. He rested his chin on the top of your head, smiling.

We’re going to live together, he said in a happy voice.

We are, you chuckled. Only if your daughters agree to it, though.

Well, I’ll ask them over dinner tonight, he said. But I’m sure they will agree. And in three days… We’ll be home.

I might need more time, though, you pointed out. To pack. I don’t own a lot of stuff, but I don’t want to leave in a hurry. You can take your flight home and I can join you in a few days, maybe a week ?

Mmmmh. I guess, he said in an annoyed voice. But you’ll come, right ?

Yes, you chuckled. If the girls agree, I’ll come. But you might want to enjoy the alone time. You’ll be stuck with me, afterwards.

That’s kind of the point, he said with a smile. I want to be stuck with you. I even have fantasies of a zombie apocalypse erupting so that I can have a legitimate excuse to retreat in the house with you.

You giggled and kissed him softly. You had done some thinking and you actually liked the idea of living with him. Getting back together had been a dream and you would absolutely love waking up next to him every morning. You were so in love with him, it was all you wanted. Plus, his place was so great that you would be stupid to turn down the opportunity.

So… I have sort of… Taken some steps, already, you confessed. In case we do move in together.

Really ? He asked with a smile. What steps exactly ?

I told my Dad that I was considering moving back to Detroit, you said.

Oh. Cool. What did he say ? He asked.

He asked why, you explained. So, I told him that I wanted to try and get more job opportunities, and that I was in a relationship and wanted to move in with you.

Did he take it well ? He asked.

Pretty well. But now he… sort of wants to meet you, you said awkwardly.

His eyes widened as he looked at you. You were scared of his reaction, as the prospect of him meeting your father wasn’t the most rejoicing to you, but he didn’t seem to mind.

He wants to meet me ? He asked with a smile.

Yeah, you said. I mean… He said it was important, if I were to actually move in with you.

I guess he’s right, Marshall shrugged. I mean… You’ve met my family, so it’s only fair that I meet yours. Guess it’s pretty lucky we’re in Paris.

You don’t mind ? You asked nervously.

Of course not, he said with a smile. I asked you to move in with me. That’s a pretty big step and I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t ready for that kind of thing, you know ? Plus, if one of my daughters told me they were moving in with a boyfriend I’ve never met… I’d insist on meeting them too.

Ok, you said nervously. I guess you’re going to meet my father, then.

The idea of having your Dad and Marshall together in the same room was making you nervous, but you figured that it would be fine. Awkward, but fine. Marshall seemed so relaxed and casual about it that, suddenly, you thought you were making a big deal out of it for no reason. However, you were about to be proven wrong. Little did you know that you were about to lose the most important man in your life.

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casual - jeon jungkook

synopsis : never could you imagine falling so quickly for someone without his intentions being clear

pairing : jeon jungkook x reader

genre : casual relationship, pining, relationship development

warnings : explicit material, drug and alcohol use, tobacco use, angst

cross posted on ao3 : papyrusxii

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The crisp air and mid-November rain blew completely through you. Standing there soaked, you witnessed the steam rolling off your engulfed apartment building. That apartment building that you worked so hard to afford, that you decorated meticulously, and that held so many of your young adulthood memories.

Four firetrucks and a hoard of firemen surrounded the building as you and the other tenants watched the flames roar. You sat on the curb of the sidewalk perpendicular to your apartment, swaddled in a thin blanket one of the paramedics gave you.

Luckily, you hadn��t been in the building when it caught fire; you were just pulling into the parking lot. You tried to pull the wet hair away from your heavy-laden eyes to pull out your phone.

Not mom. She can’t do anything in another country.

Ugh… not my brother; he's on vacation.

Oh! Hoseok!

You quickly dialed your best friend, hoping he would be awake.

“Hello?” He groaned over the phone. “Everything alright? It’s 2 a.m.”

Oh, thank God. “Bless you, beautiful boy." You sighed in relief. “We have a slight issue.”

You heard him shuffling around in bed. “What’s wrong?” His once-tired voice was now filled with worry.

“My apartment is in flames.” You giggled as you reflected on the absurdity of the situation. Silence filled the call before Hoseok screamed as the realization set in. “In flames? What the fuck? Are you safe?”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m okay—just soaked, cold, and mourning my material possessions.”

He sighed. “I’m glad you’re okay and sorry about all that. How can I help you, love?”

It was in times like these that you couldn’t be more grateful for Jung Hoseok. He should win an award for every time he saved your ass and gave you a dependable shoulder to lean upon. Why he wasn’t your first thought on who to call was honestly absurd. He was your personal Superman.

“The cops and firefighters told us all to find a place to stay while they investigate and work out the insurance logistics with the landlord. Now I know you just moved in not even a week ago, but do you think I could stay with you until the dust settles? I’ll pay rent too, and even grocery shopping—I know you hate it.” You smiled, even though he couldn’t see it.

“Y/n, it’s no problem at all. You are more than welcome here, and don’t even think about paying me. Now get out of the rain and come over immediately.” Hoseok reassured you beyond belief, and suddenly a sense of calmness coaxed you into the middle of the madness.

“Thank you, Hobi. I’m feeling a bit calmer.” You sighed in relief.

“Good. Now hurry over. I love you.”

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Not even twenty minutes had passed, and you were at Hoseok’s door. You had only ever been over the day he moved in, a week ago, to help him unpack. You had barely been acclimated to the new space, adding another wave of nervousness.

At this hour, the hallway was calm, and you weren’t used to how spotless it was. The hallway of your apartment always had a tinge of grime or business, juxtaposed to the beautiful, almost regal nature of your best friend’s.

You knocked on the deep blue door gently and readjusted the sack on your back.

The door cracked slowly, and you grew with anticipation to bask in the comfort of your best friend, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face.

Stepping back slightly, you observed the stranger in front of you. A man you had never seen pierced your gaze. His lousy position and bare-bones attire led you to believe he had just woken up. His black hair reached just past the nape of his neck, led askew by the imprints of sleep upon it. He adjusted his oversize white t-shirt and rubbed his eyes before greeting you.

Your once relaxed manner was replaced with a timid stance. How could you forget he had a freaking roommate? Hoseok informed you before he moved in that his friend had a buddy that was new to the area and also needed an apartment and a roommate to share costs. Your best friend’s and the stranger’s mutual needs led them to room together. You hadn’t met him when you first visited the apartment because he was due to move in later in the week. From what Hoseok told you of the man who stood in front of you, he was tidy, charming, and chill as hell, yet in his presence, you couldn’t help the rising anxiety.

His eyes trailed down your body, still clothed in your work attire and dirty from the gross fluids that spewed from the hundreds of patients you had seen in the last 12 hours. His face slightly cringed as he eyed the stain on your abdomen: vomit. “Hey.” You broke the odd tension with the stranger.

“I’m Y/N; I’m not sure if Hoseok told you, but I-” He interrupted, quickly changing his posture to straighten. "Yeah, he told me you’d be staying with us. I’m sorry to hear about your apartment; that’s awful.” He shook his head.

His voice calmed you instantaneously. It’s smooth tone coated you like warm honey and caught your breath. His words chipped away at the unease that plagued your thoughts of the initial meeting, leaving you with more ease to enter the apartment.

He stepped away from the door and motioned you in. “J is in the bathroom; he’ll be out in a second. You can set your bags on the couch for the time being, and I’ll get you a drink.” His tone remained deep and crunchy in the late hours of the night but lifted when he smiled at you.

You nodded and sunk into the couch you helped build last week. Good taste, Hobi.

Your eyes scanned the apartment slowly until your friend’s roommate returned with a bottle of iced tea. “He told me you liked tea.” You looked up at his extended hand and dipped your head in thanks. You didn’t even know his name, and he already knew one of the smallest details about you.

He sat in the large chair next to the couch and glanced at you as you drank from the bottle. “This is good.” You smiled toward him. He nodded with a small smile in return. “I don’t think I introduced myself properly; I’m Jeon Jungkook.” His name….

As he said his name, you recalled Hoseok mentioning it once while he was unpacking, and you felt stupid for forgetting. “That’s right, nice to meet you, Jungkook. Sorry for interrupting your peaceful sleep.” You let out a small chuckle.

He leaned back in the chair and said, “Don’t worry about it; I wasn’t getting much of it anyway." You raised your eyebrows at his statement but left it alone with an awkward nod. After a moment of silence, Jungkook spoke again: “You work at the hospital, right?” He leaned forward, keeping eye contact.

“Yeah.” You gulped. “Sorry about these awful scrubs; it was a rough night.” You dipped your head.

“Stop apologizing.” He laughed. “You had a long and stressful night; I couldn’t even imagine. You’re more than welcome here, and I’m sure you need a second to even catch your breath.”

Wow. How could a stranger’s words be so comforting?

Maybe it was the stress of the situation that allowed you to cling so easily to his kind words, but you appreciated them more than he could understand. “Thank you. Yeah, I could really use a moment of peace.” You laughed.

“You deserve it.” You smiled at his words as he leaned back, closing his eyelids.

You heard a door open from behind you, and you turned your head over the back of the couch to see your best friend. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of pajama pants. He decided to jump over the back of the couch and on top of you. He pinned your body to the gray cushions and tightened his grip. Your breath compressed as he squeezed.

You saw Jungkook stifle a laugh out of the corner of your eye upon you and your best friend’s exchange.

He finally lifted himself from you and pulled you across his chest. “Hey, Y/n.” You smiled in the safety of his arms. Oh, you loved him. Your best friend was yet again raising your comfort level with his gesture of affection.

“Thank you for letting her in.” He directed it to his roommate.

“No problem.” He opened his eyes and winked. You didn’t like how that wink made your breath catch again in his presence. “She’s been keeping me company.” He smiled.

Hoseok nodded. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” You rolled your eyes and smacked his bare chest.

“Stop, Hobi. The “amazing title” should go to you both for waking up at 3 a.m. to welcome me.” You sighed again as you reflected on your situation. You really couldn’t believe your apartment was gone. It was the first big thing you had purchased on your own, and it showed your hard work was paying off. Now it was all gone.

Jungkook realized the shift in your demeanor as you lost yourself in worry. “Hey, why don’t you grab a shower? I’ll get you a towel.” He lifted himself from the chair and disappeared into the hallway. You gave your friend one squeeze and then went to meet Jungkook by the linen closet.

He pulled a small chain, and the small closet was illuminated. He leaned down to grab you a towel and a washcloth. He arose with them in hand and led you to their bathroom. As you entered the space, you looked over the simple decor. The marble countertop was adorned with two small bags, which you assumed held the toiletries for each of the men. The shower was a tempered glass box that added to the modern simplicity of the room.

He slid open the shower door, which revealed the different soaps and shampoos on a metal shelf in the corner. “Here are all of our soaps and stuff. Mine are on the top shelf, and Hoseok’s are on the bottom. Feel free to use either, but I will say mine are better quality; you know, Hoseok just buys whatever catches his eye first.” You chuckled as you recall shopping with him once and seeing him pull a kid Spider-Man body wash, claiming “the bubbles made him feel like a kid again.”.

“Thank you, Jungkook. I really appreciate your kindness.” You smiled at him.

If you weren’t looking for it, you wouldn’t have caught his ears turning red after you smiled. “No problem; I don’t want my ambiguity to deter you from being at home here.”

“Don’t worry, you seem pretty cool from what I’ve gathered.”

“I hope to maintain that impression, Y/n.” He let the biggest grin you’d seen from him thus far grace his lips. His two lip rings caught between his lips, and you noticed his prominent cheeks. “I’ll get you something to wear and then have at it.” He exited.

Twenty minutes later, you felt beyond refreshed. Jungkook’s lavender shampoo and aloe body wash coaxed you into a feeling of relaxation; you commended the male’s choices. He had fetched a pair of his clothes, which you thanked him for: a pair of basketball shorts and a very large t-shirt that adorned the logo for the Korean national football team.

You exited the bathroom to see your best friend knocked out on the couch and Jungkook scrolling on his phone in the same spot he was earlier. The man heard you enter the room and looked to see you. “Thank you again for letting me borrow your clothes; you could have just given me Hoseok’s.” You began.

“He would have slaughtered me if I picked out something he wanted to wear at any point this week.” He chuckled. “That color looks good on you anyway." He nodded to the red shirt that lay over you. You bit your lip and looked to the ceiling, “Thank you.”

He stood up, “I’m sure you’re tired, and I don’t know what sleeping arrangement you and J discussed, but feel free to sleep in his bed as he’s hogging up the whole couch.” You laughed quietly as you observed the position your friend was in—one leg off the side of the couch and the other nearly to his chest—and using his hands as a pillow.

“Of course.” You smiled. “Again, thank you for everything; it means the world.”

He put his hand in the pockets of his pants and rocked back, “No problem, get some sleep. It was nice to meet you; I can see why he admires you so much.”

Jungkook’s compliment just added to your growing impression of the stranger. He offered up a drink, his shower products, and his clothing to someone he’d never met before and who interrupted his night. You couldn’t help but already admire him and his seemingly selfless attributes. “Thank you; sleep well!”

You disappeared into Hobi’s room and melted into his sheets, no longer reflecting on how awful the events of today had been but now reminiscing on the warm impressions you felt from Jeon Jungkook.

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misswhowrite · 8 months

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the unlikely couple

summary: Edward’s sister fall for a wolf…

(english is not my first language!!)

Y/N Mason Cullen was Edward’s little sister, she was turned at 15 when she also had the Spanish influenza, their mother had begged Carlisle to turn them. She was the baby of the family, she didn’t had any powers like Jasper, Alice or Edward but she had this humanly aura around her, in school she was the friendly Cullen and she was proud of that.

On day Edward had been fighting with her because he thought she was too weak to travel alone but she was also 110 years old, she didn’t understood why she couldn’t go while he left to Alaska the year before. She left when he started to be angry and a little bit violent. She knew she was playing with fire while she walked along the border but she didn’t want Edward to find her.

Jacob was patrolling along the border when he smelled something heavenly, he stopped to look around and that’s when he saw her. A girl with the beauty of a goddess, the smile on her face could lit up the world, she was small and he wanted to protect her from everything. But when he started to walked toward her he remembered she was on the leech’s side...So he did some noises to grab her attention, when she looked in his eyes he felt like she was holding him on earth, she was his everything and more, he would be anything she wanted him to be a lover, a protector and a brother(even if the last choice would be a real disappointment for him).

When she saw the wolf looking at her she wasn’t scared, she felt so protect and cared for.

“_Hello… I know am not supposed to be this close to the border but please don’t tell your alpha, I just wanted to be alone. I don’t know which wolf you are but you’re beautiful, I understand that this is a lot to ask but could you please phase back so we can talk?”

Jacob was shocked, he imprinted on a vampire, but she didn’t smell like one or act like one, he was confused but he somehow nod and phased back behind a tree.

“_You’re even more handsome now! Oh my sorry I didn’t mean to think out loud…

_That’s… thank you. Umm we both know that we shouldn’t talk like that but you seems really cool and nice so maybe we could get to know each other?

_Oh yes! Of course, so I’m Y/N Cullen, I’m a vampire but you already know that…

_Well nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Jacob Black and I’m a werewolf but you already know that.”

That was the beginning of the relationship that would unify the wolves and the vampires in Forks, of there would be ups and downs but at the end love would always win for the two imprints!

(maybe I could make a part two with Edward’s reaction to the relation, what do you think??)

#twilight x reader #jacob black imagine #fanfic #jacob x reader #imprint!reader #vampire!reader

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stellari-s · 3 months

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if you wanna write about one of the idv girls.......... alice deross and a reader who's also a journalist, perhaps working together?

you can wait till she releases ofc!!

📰

hi, sorry for it being so late, but sure yeah i'm open to writing idv girls! to be fully honest, i've never written for alice though (except for one occasion before her release...) but i can try for sure!

request; yes, by anon! requests are closed til i get my current requests taken care of but may open some comms?

wc; 730.

tags; default! journalist (alice deross), jounalist! gn! reader, work relationship, reader admires alice, canon-divergent, first person pov.

summary; an avid reader of alice's columns, you've wanted to be a journalist. and now that you are, for your first assignment, you are to work with alice deross...

rumors spread like wildfire, and this agency was no exception.

i had gotten my dream job as a journalist - since i was still in school, i had always admired a certain writer named alice deross, who wrote articles with a striking amount of detail, as if she herself had experienced what she was writing firsthand (even if such wasn’t the case), while still keeping a certain veil of mystery. that’s why i worked hard to get recruited into the same agency as ms. deross, networking and honing my writing.

and, to say the least, my first day was, indeed, filled with rumors.

rumors about what? why, of course, the famed oletus manor. it’s become a famous place for novelists to center horror stories around, seeing as many strange events are said to have happened there, yet they all seem so wild it’s hard to believe. “participate in a game for a chance to have your wish, no matter its grandness, granted.” who would believe such a thing? was my first thought.

yet, alice deross allegedly was passionate about this very case - everyone else was either scared to enter the unknown or uncertain whether it even existed or if it was a reality warped to exaggeration by the people who spread the rumors.

ms. deross, however, insisted on taking this case.

only she had the resolve to delve into the unknown and only she held such strong beliefs with eyes that could light a fire.

“surely there is something from this manor i can glean. i had prior connections to the manor, so it’s hard to believe such liveliness could be overtaken by these dangerous games,” she had declared to the head editor.

it appeared she had other motivations than producing a good story.

supposedly, it took quite a bit of convincing, but it was only after ms. deross went out of her way to obtain a manor invitation, the reddish wax seal bearing an abstract floral imprint, that the head editor (reluctantly, and much to his chagrin) accepted; clearly, ms. deross was adamant about this case, so as long as she could make a good story, who was he to say “no”?

...must have been what he thought.

i was curious about her said “other motivations” that i was nothing less than certain she held close to her heart, so with the head editor’s approval, i ventured to oletus manor, shrouded in mystery, with ms. deross. my first impression of her was what her writing style conveyed: polite, clear-spoken yet slightly distant. as they say, “style is the man himself,” i suppose.

in fact, i distinctly remember her first question: “i have been curious why you insist on going with me to oletus manor,” she said while i drove through the forested area, “it will likely be a dangerous gig.”

“yes,” i replied back (perhaps my voice betrayed me, for ms. deross shot me a look with a gleam of worry), “i’m fully aware.”

her look of worry diffused then into a wry smile.

“i don’t know whether you are courageous or reckless.”

“maybe both.”

“...regardless, i should warn you: curiosity can kill the cat. i do respect it though, seeing as you even volunteered to come with me.”

those were her last words as i remember parking up at the manor. it was then ms. deross seemed to change her demeanor considerably to the point of tangibility - i could practically taste it.

what had transpired at the manor was already reflected in her eyes before we had even entered its premises.

its happenings are a story for another day. a whole article wouldn’t be enough.

ms. deross handed me an envelope. “remember, (y/n), it is never too late to withdraw. i have a personal matter to settle here, but your life is what should be most important to you.”

she handed me a camera, the black lens reflecting my own face, revealing nothing but the truth at that moment laid bare. when i looked up at ms. deross, meeting her eyes, i couldn’t help but notice a more soft look than usual.

perhaps she had resigned to the fact that, since we both made it this far, i would not turn back now.

“after all, dead men tell no tales.”

(that said, i am alive even now, so for the future, i still have a tale to tell.)

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socialoutsiderwritings · 1 year

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Always, Only. You. 28.2

Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Soulmate!AU Derek Hale x Reader’s

Argent’s House

Derek kept his hands folded as he rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward in the chair, deep in thought.

He came to Argent’s to hopefully get some information about the things that materialized in his loft. But he couldn’t seem to focus on anything Argent had said. He was too focused, too worried about you. If he had known you’d get upset over him looking for his mom, he never would’ve done it. But even the words that were coming out of his mouth then; he didn’t mean them. They just came out.

“Derek.” Scott called him. He glanced over at Isaac and Argent; wondering if they were noticing as well. They were. “Derek.” Scott called again this time reaching over and tapping Derek’s shoulder.

“What?” Derek asked in a low tone, already frustrated. He didn’t turn to fully look at Scott.

“Did you listen to anything Argent just said?” He asked.

“Yeah.” He lied. “He doesn’t know anything. But he knows a guy who might know something.” He shrugged, then looked at Argent. “Do you know where he is?”

“We were actually hoping Y/N could help—,” Isaac chimed in.

“Why?” Derek interrupted him. “You have me.”

“Yeah, well,” Scott spoke up this time, “those things weren’t scared of her. They didn’t try to attack her or mark her like they did the others.”

“What do you mean?” Argent asked them.

“Those things were going after Aiden.” Alison told her dad. “Y/N protected him. She approached them and they kind of just stared at each other until the sun came up.”

Argent looked down at his desk in thought. The others remained quiet and waited patiently. “Derek, can you get here her?” He finally looked at the other man.

“No.” Derek responded firmly. The others looked at him surprised. “She’s not here anymore. She left.”

“Left where?” Scott asked. “Can’t we call her to come back? We could really use her help with those things.”

Issac pulled something out of his pocket and turned away from the others, facing the corner.

“She’s gone, Scott. She’s not coming back. Why do you even need her? You're an alpha and you have me. We can take care of this.”

Scott stared at Derek as if wanting to say something more, but he remained quiet; until a ringtone interrupted the awkward silence. Derek froze when the phone started ringing in his pocket. Isaac turned around holding his cellphone in his hand.

“Why do you have her phone?” He waved his cellphone in his hand before sliding it back into his pocket. Derek glared at Isaac.

Derek sighed. “I don’t know where she is.” He admitted. “I was taking her to the airport and she wolfed out on me. She ran off. She left her phone and her sunglasses behind. I sent Cora and Erica to look for her. I haven’t heard back from them.”

“She wolfed out on you?” Argent asked. Derek looked up at him through his lashes and nodded. Argent clenched his jaw. “She could be anywhere. We can only hope she’s not out there killing anyone—,”

“No.” Derek shook his head. “She’s not. I could see it on her face—,” for a moment your face from earlier flashed in his mind, “she didn’t want to shift but she couldn't help it.”

It was my fault. Again. He wanted to say, but he didn't.

“We can’t wait for her to show up.” Argent informed them. “I’ll just have to get to Katashi on my own.”

“What can I do to help?” Scott asked.

“You kids go to school.” He told the three kids. “Take care of each other. Those things will be coming back at sundown. Derek, as soon as you hear from Y/N or the other girls, have her call me. Tell them Im looking for her.”

Isaac walked up to Derek and held his hand out. Derek looked up at the young man, glaring. He scoffed, pulling out Y/N’s phone from his pocket and slapping it into Isaac’s palm.

“I’ll make sure she gets this back.” He winked at Derek.

Derek let out a low growl and then looked at Argent. Argent didn't say a word, only shrugged.

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Beacon Hills Woods

Neither Erica nor Cora wanted to leave you. And honestly, you felt they would be much safer with you anyway. Those things, whatever they were, didn't try to mark you. They didn't even try to go after Aiden either.

You were only assuming the situation would be similar if they reappeared. But it also could’ve just been luck. You didn’t want to take any chances.

You let out a heavy sigh and looked up at the sky. Although the trees covered most of your view, you could still tell; you were losing daylight. And you were getting unbelievably tired. You felt it long before when you shifted back to normal; you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

“It’s getting late.” Cora announced, as if she had just read your mind. “We should go back.”

You nodded to yourself, stopping in your tracks and turning around to face the girls. “You’re right. We shouldn't be out here either in case those things show up.”

****

Cora held her phone in her hand, watching with every step for the phone to get connected to service again. She was restless now. All that time in the woods without being able to communicate with her brother. She knew he needed to know you were all ok. That you were ok.

When she noticed the small bar turn solid she immediately began dialing Derek’s number. Erica’s phone began pinging with every notification that were barely coming through as well.

Cora continued walking, leading the way back to the car as she waited for Derek to answer. Erica was going through her messages, her face growing worried as she continued to read them one by one.

“What is it?” You ask her. Aside from seeing how worried she was getting, you could smell her fear as well. It was too strong for you to ignore. “Everything ok?”

“Uhm,” she all but whispered, “Stiles is in the hospital.” She announced, although she had a hinge of doubt in her tone.

“Is he ok?” You asked casually.

“I don’t know.” She looked at you with worried eyes. “Should I call him? What if he doesn’t answer?”

“It’s ok. We can check on him. Cora?”

Cora nodded. “Derek didn’t answer.” She put her phone away. “We can stop to check on Stiles first.”

#derek hale #derek hale teen wolf #derek hale x reader #derek hale x reader imagine #derek hale x reader fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction

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colorfullfalls · 1 year

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Wrong bitch

Fic where Y/N is confronted by a witch in forks area to pass along a warning to the pack but Embry gets over protective about it. (Part 1)

Fires with the pack were always your favorite. Everyone sitting around bullshitting while Billy Black told stories of the wonderful creation of the pack. Imprints sat snugly against their wolves against the large logs that the boys had carried in from the dense woods. Lightning bugs circled the group and little claire, who was now seven years old, looked at them in wonder, trying to catch them when they flew near her.

Life was good. Things were good with the pack and between the Cullens. The Cullens had actually planned on moving away soon and leaving Renessme in La Push with Jacob. She was at an age where she was considered “adult” and it was her choice, much to Edward’s disapproval.

For some reason more and more wolves were shifting still, hence the newest three members sitting around the fire too. Leo, Macie, and Ricky. Macie amazed the pack again with being another female shifter, making Leah feel less alone.

Y/N cuddled into her fiancé Embry as Billy finished the last tale, everyone quiet with wonder and magic filling they minds. Her body was comfortably warm from being held against her lover, feeling content as always when he was near.

“It’s about time to head home, love. You have work in the morning.” Embry softly spoke into her ear, kissing her cheek after his last word. She sleepily nodded in agreement and together they moved as one to stand up and collect their things, mumbling goodbyes before wandering off towards Embry’s truck.

On the way home their hands were connected the whole time. Embry loved Y/N with his entire being and it had been like that his whole life. They grew up neighbors and his whole life was impacted by her very presence. A part of him always knew that she was the girl for him. He loved her and he felt very protective of her ever since he could remember. He wondered if that was a pre imprint feeling or natural that regular boys would feel over a crush. Except Y/N always felt more and mattered more than a normal crush.

He blushed as he remembered the first time she kissed him in eighth grade when he was bummed that Jake got his first kiss before him. Y/N shut him up within seconds by pressing her soft lips against his. From then he knew he was in love with her.

“Do you think that Macie will ever find an imprint? Or do you think the girls are like forever doomed?” Y/N asked, rubbing her thumb across the back of Embry’s hand.

He was sort of stumped by that question, “Uh.. I honestly don’t know. I mean maybe they just haven't found their person yet. They still have time.”

“I can't imagine not knowing you my whole life, Em.” She sleepily said, “You have always been my person. Why do you think I was so quick to kiss you in eighth grade?”

Embry laughed, “that was like the best day of my life.”

“As it should have been.”

They pulled into the driveway and Embry turned off the truck. He felt a soft hand grab his chin, Y/N turning his head towards her. She leaned in and kissed his lips three quick times, “I. Love. You.”

Embry felt so in love that he could melt, every cell in his body felt comfortably warm and he was almost giddy with glee as he glanced at the beautiful woman in front of him. His woman.

“You’re gonna make me cry.” Embry said, pulling her in for a longer kiss.

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Waking up the next morning, Y/N felt good. She may or may not have had the best sex of her life the night before and it made her blush thinking about the hickies that covered her chest and thighs. It would put her in a good mood for the rest of the day. Or so she thought.

She was driving down the road when all the sudden her car began to slow down until it came to a halt. Fear wiggled its way into her chest. How the hell did her car do that? She had gas and none of the lights were on the dash. Jake and Embry has just worked on her car and she would feel guilty if they had to fix it yet again. She sighed before getting out her phone to text Embry that he car just literally shit the bed on her.

A knock on the window made her scream. At the other side of the glass stood a tall woman who looked pissed. She motioned for Y/N to roll down the window but Y/N just shook her head no. The woman impatiently signaled for her to roll the window down again.

“I’m good with the window being up!” Y/N yelled.

The woman rolled her eyes, “I need to talk to you.” With those words the window rolled down magically without the car even being on.

Y/N began to panic knowing that this woman just magically caused the window to go down without electricity making it go down. This woman was a magic user and that mean she was most likely bad news. Had she targeted Y/N?

“I have a message I need you to deliver.” The woman said, crossing her arms and leaning forward to be eye level with the poor girl in the car.

“Too bad that I am not a mail man..” Y/N awkwardly said trying to avoid eye contact. She knew that Embry would arrive soon but she just hoped it would be any second now.

“Your humor is not charming to me, wolf girl. Tell the pack to stay out of Forks or else there will be a war. I am nicely warning you, my coven wants to kill first and negotiate second. So pass this message along.”

Y/N squinted her eyes in confusion, “Hold on a second.. you said coven? Like as in Witches?”

“Yes”

Y/N shook her head, “The pack doesn't even know you exist so why start a war?”

The witch glared at her for a moment before laughing, “Your little wolf keeps secrets from you. We have been interacting these past couple months and our patience is wearing thin. They have ruined multiple of our sacrifices this past month and they are putting us in jeopardy. This is why you will pass the message along.”

“Sacrifices? Human sacrifices?”

The witch rolled her eyes, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand? You’re killing people, of course the pack is going to fight that. They protect the people of their lands.”

Anger was swelling in Y/N for two different reasons. One was that human sacrifices are happening and two is that Embry kept this all from her. Why wouldn’t he tell her that there was another threat that wasn’t vampires? Since when did he dare keep secrets from her like this? She was embarrassed that she was caught so off guard and was put in danger.

“They’re not very good at protecting people if I was able to get alone time with an imprint this easily.” The Witch noted, backing away, “Remember- this is their last warning. And if I were you I’d leave if they don’t feel like listening.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt innocent people.”

And with that the witch walked off and the car started back on again. Y/N watched in wonder as she watched the beautiful woman walk away with confidence.

Since when were witches real too? Like witches with magic and strong enough power to stop a car going fifty miles per hour.

Y/N texted Embry.

My car started back up. Since when do you keep secrets from me? Just met a witch. Not the best way to start off my morning.

Within seconds her phone was ringing. Embry.

“Come home right now.” His voice was panicked and impatient, “we are having an emergency pack meeting and I need you here safe with me right now.”

He was freaking the fuck out and she could tell. A part of her felt smug that he was freaking out because he deserved it for keeping this secret from her. But she knew better than to test him when he was worried for her danger.

“I have wor-“

“Come home.” His voice was leaving no room for arguing. None at all.

“Okay.”

You noticed three wolves on the way home during the drive. Paul, Jake, and Quil. You knew that Embry immediately send them to your location once he got your text. You made eye contact with Jake and nodded at him showing that you were okay. They were clearly all worried.

Embry was standing on the porch with his arms crossed, muscles looking strong and hot as always. She didn’t want to admit that he was cute, she was slightly annoyed with him.

His long legs carried him to the door and he ripped open the door and had her in his arms within seconds of the car being stopped. His nose tucked into her neck, trying to get her scent to calm himself down. He growled when he smelled the witch.

“You okay?” He pulled away and checked her whole body.

“Yes. She didn’t touch me. Just sent me with a warning-“ Embry growled again, “that you guys need to stay out of their way.”

“She made a big mistake going to you.” Jake said, walking up while slipping his black t-shirt on, “she basically declared war by messing with an imprint. They know our laws, they were just dumb enough to break them.”

“I’m confused here, since when are there witches in Forks?”

“For sixth months now.” Jake replied as if a secret wasn’t kept from her.

Y/N scoffed, “Great. And why wasn’t I told this? I don’t like things being kept from me. I was totally thrown off guard here today.”

She was mad. And slightly hurt. Embry didn’t keep stuff from her. He wasn’t supposed to. Even before the imprint they were best friends and always were truthful with each other. So now why was something so important kept in the dark?

“We didn’t want the imprints to know because the witches are even more dangerous than leeches. They have a wide range of powers and their spells can affect you from a long range. The packs decided to handle this issue quietly,” Embry explained. He brushed the hair out of Y/N’s face, “We never thought they would know about you guys if we kept you safe.”

Y/N sighed. It was difficult to stay angry when his pleading eyes were winning her over like that. Embry pulled her in for another hug trying to keep himself calm.

“I’ll call Sam. He’ll want to know.” Jake reported, pulling out his phone.

Quil ran up, “guys, I just talked to Sam. There’s a pack meeting in an hour at his and Emily’s to discuss this matter. The tribal leaders will be attending too.”

Embry pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook his head, “Why the hell are we the ones who always have to deal with this shit?”

“We were born into it man.” Quil quipped, “don’t really have a choice.”

“I’m gonna run patrol for a while. This all has my blood boiling and I need to calm down. Embry, Quill, if I notice anything I’ll howl.” Jake said, stalking off to the woods.

Jake seemed more pissed off than Embry did suddenly. Which was odd because Embry was feeling over protective. Y/N watched him as he phased into a wolf, clothes shredding and falling slowly to the damp ground.

“Why is Jake peeved?” She asked Embry later as they got ready for the meeting together.

He frowned for a moment as if to think how to begin, “All of this happened because of Nessie. The witches got word that a being like her existed and it made them interested in Forks. Apparently it’s said that magic is strong here… because of us. They want to find out the source of magic and take it for themselves. Legend has it that the first witch of their coven was born here. They’re determined to figure out what made her so powerful.”

Y/N felt overwhelmed by all the sudden information. Witches were real and she knew that, but for Forks to be where this coven’s leader came from seemed like a lot. Obviously this land had beautiful magic deep within it because of the mere existence of the wolves. But for witches to be tied into the land too spoke wonders for how strong the magic here really was.

“So they are doing research basically.” Y/N deadpanned.

Embry was tying his boots when she said this and it made him stop and look at her, “Do you think we started this?”

She shook her head no, “What? No! Of course not, but the way you explained it made them seem like they were doing a bit of self discovery here.”

He rolled his eyes, “If self discovery means sacrifices than sure babe.”

“Em.”

“Look, they’re dangerous Y/N. They have powers that we don’t yet understand. Vampires- we know how they work, what they do and why they do it. These witches are a whole new ball park for us so it’s a bit scary. I was already a little overwhelmed by this and then they target you.”

“She didn’t hurt me. Just stopped my car.” Y/N mumbled.

Embry finished tying his boots and walked over to her, sliding one arm around her waist and one hand cupping her cheek to make her look into his brown eyes, “If anything ever happened to you, it would kill me.”

She sighed, “I know.”

“So I’m gonna freak out over this and be pissed off. I’m allowed to. When it comes to you, shit matters. I will not let them ever get near you again.”

“I’m confused as to why they picked me. If Nessie is what had drawn them in this area, wouldn’t they go after her?”

Embry leaned down and kissed her forehead, “I don’t know the answer to that fully. I’m guessing that they are a little scared of her because she has the wolves and a clan of vampires to protect her.”

“So I’m nothing compared to that, that’s why they targeted me.. a human.”

Embry growled, “They were dumb to do that in the first place.”

“Promise me no more secrets. When I said yes,” she held up her hand with the engagement ring, “it meant that we are a sealed team now. I am your partner and I deserve to know what’s going on in the packs. I’m going to be a wolf wife here.”

Embry grinned, “Wolf wife. I like the sound of that.”

She blushed but pushed him away with her hands even though he pulled her right back in, “I’m serious here. No more secrets about this kind of stuff.”

His brown eyes softened as he leaned down to give her a kiss, “I whole heartedly promise, my love. No more secrets.”

She hummed in content as they hugged and swayed side to side, “We have to leave you know.”

“Let me enjoy this moment with you please.”

Pulling up to the Black’s residence in Embry’s truck, Y/N saw that truly everyone was there. Charlie and Sue, Edward and Bella even. Which was no surprise really considering that Reneesme was involved. She was their miracle baby and anything that involved her involved the whole family.

Y/N didn’t mind the woman, she just thought that she was over protected for her mental age. Bella and Edward babied her and Jake was always breathing down her neck, worried about threats coming her way. Special, special special. They all called her special.

Special enough to have witches swarm the area, Y/N thought as she got a glimpse of the woman through the window. Nessie was talking to her parents with Jacob standing close behind her.

Y/N didn’t know who was worse, Sam with Emily or Jacob with Nessie. All of the wolves were protective of their imprints, but those two were the worst. She figured it was the alpha in them, protecting their beloved Luna or whatever.

Embry had his fair share of protectiveness, but she had never seen him act like he did today about the witch. She understood his worry, but she wasn’t used to him needing to touch her so much. She kind of liked the attention in a selfish and mean kind of way. It made her feel slightly guilty that Embry was so upset about what happened earlier.

“Everyone’s here. Damn.” She mumbled.

“I told you this was serious, baby. This situation is a lot larger than we had realized. Especially since what happened with you today.” Em said, grabbing her hand.

“Is it bad that I’m nervous to be the center of attention right now?” She asked, pointedly looking at him.

“You and Nessie both are. She’s the reason they’re here and you’re the one they came to. It’ll be okay. I’m here with you. Always.” He sweetly said, kissing her hand, “Now let’s get this over with.”

#Embry call imagine #Embry call x reader #twilight imagine

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gerec · 1 year

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i’ve had a shitty week so i was just wondering if you could recommend your favorite fluffy cherik fics 😭 i don’t care what they’re about i just need fluff

I'm sorry you've had a rough week Anon and I'm happy to help. I don't really read straight fluff but these are my favorite Cherik fics to read when I want a pick me up and I hope you like them!

One Hundred One Night Stands. by Sophia_Bee

Charles has a rule. Never fuck the same guy twice. When he refuses to see Erik again after a one night stand, Erik goes about trying to get Charles to violate that rule using accents and disguises.

Erik Lehnsherr's Guide to Parenting by keire_ke

Alex disapproves of school car washes, despite the abundance of wet bikinis on pretty girls. Erik doesn’t approve of his son shirking money-making duties.

Humane Society by smilebackwards

Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he's Charles' cat and not his boyfriend.

Protect, Serve, Troll by keire_ke

Erik's fire department has a special relationship with the local university. They visit often. Sometimes, there even is a fire.

Not So Much the Teacup by thehoyden

“Charles is basically the bride whisperer. It’s like he can read their minds.” (wedding planner AU)

645 Riverside Drive by smilebackwards

Azazel clearly has yet to understand the shattering power of Charles' disappointment, so Erik takes one for the team, grabbing the cup and downing the remnants of the cappuccino like a shot while Azazel watches with morbid fascination.

Good manners (will get you far) by ximeria

Charles had been looking forward to the performance at the Met for ages. Little did he know, things would not go according to plan.

Oysters and Champagne by listerinezero

Erik is the extremely talented, extremely scary chef at one of the top restaurants in New York, and Charles, the head waiter, is the only person with the balls to stand up to him. Their fights are the stuff of legend, and their argument over the Valentine's Day menu turns into one for the history books.

'tis a far far better thing doing stuff for other people by whichisgolden

The X-Men: First Class Clueless AU that you didn't know you always wanted. Charles is a spoiled Beverly Hills telepath, Erik is his pretentious ex-step-brother, Emma is his best friend because they both know what it feels like for people to be jealous of them, etc.

Other Life Challenges by professor

“Why am I here again?” Erik groans.

“I need you to lift things and glower at people over my shoulder when I tell people that it’s not ‘politically correct’ or a ‘war on Christmas’ to have a non-denominational winter holiday festival,” says Theresa Pryde.

Well, at least those are two things he’s good at.

Making perfect by aesc

As is the case with most trials in Erik's life, this one starts with Charles gazing beseechingly at him and asking him for a favor. Not that their going-on-three years relationship is a trial, even though it started with Charles giving Erik the full benefit of sad blue eyes and asking him if he wouldn't mind opening his car door since he'd locked his keys inside, but still.

love like toy trucks crashing by midrashic

Charles Xavier may be young, but he knows what it means to love.

soul of my soul by ikeracity

You can imprint on your soulmate anywhere — school, work, on the street, in a restaurant, on the subway.

Charles and Erik imprint on each other just in time for the holidays.

#gerec rambles #cherik #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #fluff and crack

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bethdutten · 2 years

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Another geralt angst prompt

Jaskier And the reader are always teasing eachother but one day Jaskier takes it too far and hurts the reader’s feelings and Geralt is lowkey in love with the reader so of course he’s gonna defend her and now Geralt gets into it with Jaskier just to protect his lady

oooo ok lil angry/jealous/possessive/protective geralt?? here for it.

You constantly teased Jaskier, and he did the same to you. It was all done in jest, and it certainly added a bit of amusement to the long journeys you took, when you were lucky to get a hum out of Geralt. He knew you meant well, and you knew Jaskier never intentionally tried to hurt your feelings.

Until he did, albeit unintentionally. You were sitting around the campfire, Geralt across from you poking at the flames and Jaskier beside you, tweaking the strings of his lute and trying not to cry out in exasperation at how you were completely missing the heart-eyes Geralt was making at you, once again.

“You’re really quite dense, you know that?” He muttered, and at first you thought he was talking to himself. Then he turned and met your eyes, raising an eyebrow. “For someone with such intelligence, it amazes me how stupid you can be some times, love.”

You rolled your eyes, bumping his shoulder with yours. “And what stupid thing have I done now?”

You missed the way Geralt’s eyes flickered to your nonchalant touch to Jaskier, brows furrowing.

Jaskier’s eyes narrowed, watching his friend carefully. Ah. So this is how he’s going to have to play it.

He just hoped you would forgive him when you both finally got when you clearly both wanted all thanks to him.

“Back during the fight with the drowner, you imbecile. When you dropped the sword and almost got Geralt’s head cut off?”

“That was my mistake,” Geralt said interjected softly, loud enough for you to hear.

But you kept your eyes on Jaskier, because you had been thinking the same thing for hours and hearing someone else say it cut a little too close. “But he didn’t.”

Jaskier shook his head, playing a few notes. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, my girl. Don’t know why else we would keep you around, all you do is put us in danger and get in the way,” he chuckled, but the sound was immediately cut off with a strangled cry before you even knew was was happened.

Geralt had Jaskier by the throat, held up against the tree he was leaning on. “We keep her around because we need her, her beauty is just a bonus,” he snarled, fangs showing as he tightened his grip and ignored the way Jaskier was pawing at his hand. “Apologize.”

It took you a long second to realize what Geralt was doing, and by then Jaskier was sputtering as he attempted to get air back into his lungs, looking at you with apologetic eyes.

“Geralt, that the fuck is wrong with you? It was a joke! Put me down!” Jaskier’s voice was rough, and he choked out another noise of panic.

Geralt dropped Jaskier as quickly has he had grabbed him, and you knelt beside a wheezing pile of bard as you watched the witcher stalk off into the woods.

“What the fuck?” you hissed, checking Jaskier’s neck and wincing at the angry red imprint of fingers already forming. “Jask, that was such an overreaction, I’m sorr-“

“No, he’s right, I crossed a line,” Jaskier argued, voice slightly hoarse. “I was just trying to provoke him. You know we say these things in jest.”

You frowned, leaning back on your knees. “What do you mean, provoke him?”

Jaskier gave you another one of those looks, and sighed. “Maybe you really are that stupid.”

You smacked his chest, but the question of why that was about Geralt at all took the fire out of it. Why would Geralt care if Jaskier was teasing you? Even if it did hit a little close to home, since when did he care?

Then you recalled how he said we need her and the word beauty thrown in there somewhere.

You reached into your pack and pulled out a small satchel, passing it to Jaskier. “Tea for your throat. Can’t do anything about the bruises, but this should help your pretty little voice in making us some coin by tomorrow.”

Jaskier grumbled a thanks, but you were already up and headed in the direction of where Geralt had left, determined to ask him why he acted that way.

You found him brooding next to a clearing, the moonlight mirrored on his hair and making him look as flawless as any sculpture you’ve ever seen. Approaching carefully, you made a point of stepping over a few twigs to announce your presence despite knowing he would have heard you no matter what. Call him the White Wolf, but he was as skittish as a kitten when he was like this.

“Geralt? What was that?” you asked quietly, coming to sit next to him.

He avoided your eyes, sharp yellow irises focused on the mossy ground as he answered. “He’s not allowed to say those things about you.”

Your mouth dropped open, but you shut it with an audibly snap. “We say those sorts of things to each other all the time, what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that if he tells you we don’t want you around often enough you might start to believe it.” His eyes met yours, and his voice was low and harsh, like he was angry at something but he wouldn’t say what.

You flinched slightly, and you saw Geralt immediately soften his features, a hand hesitantly hovering in the arm towards you before he dropped it back to the ground. “Sorry,” he grumbled.

“Then start telling me you want me around,” you whispered, afraid if you spoke any louder some spell that seemed to be locking you two together would break. Was it possible that Geralt felt the same way as you did? He was so stoic, cold even, never betraying how he felt. But the way he snapped at Jaskier… that couldn’t mean something, could it?

Geralt kept his eyes on yours, visibly swallowing as his mouth opened to speak. Your eyes flitted down to his lips for just a moment, and you waited—

He abruptly cleared his throat, standing up. “Doesn’t matter what I want. You can leave whenever.”

You pulled yourself up, frowning. “You want me to go?”

Geralt grunted, heading back to camp. You felt something break inside you, just needing him to say those three fucking works after almost a year of travelling together and still not knowing where he stood with you. I need you. Why was that so hard?

“Geralt!” you called out, rushing to keep up with his rushed steps. “Why can’t you say it? Why can’t you just admit that you—“

“That I what?” he hissed, suddenly turning on his heels and grabbing your arms when you stumbled against him, too close on his tail.

Your hands found their way to his waist, clutching on to the fabric of his shirt as you steadied yourself. You frowned, daring to meet his eyes. “Admit you want me around. That you may actually enjoy my company. That you might…” you paused, biting your lip. That was a sentence only he could finish.

And it looked like he was going to. Geralt’s hands slid from your upper arms to your shoulders, further to stroke up your neck as he carefully cradled your face in his hands. You stopped breathing, unable to take your gaze off those mesmerizing honey eyes as you prepared yourself to finally hear the words you’d been waiting to hear. Because you’d say them back without hesitation.

“You can leave anytime you want. I won’t stop you.”

Then he dropped his hands, turned and headed back towards where the smoke was billowing up from the campfire, and didn’t stop to see the way you crumbled to the ground and wept.

#geralt x reader #henry cavill x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt angst #geralt of rivia imagine #geralt fanfic #geralt of rivia #geralt oneshot

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Destiny🐺

Summary: Paul has just shifted to his new life as a wolf and feels empty without his imprint hoping he finds her soon, y/n just moved to forks to live with her sister Bella and decides to go to the bone fire to make new friends

“Y/n hurry up we’re gonna be late” bella called out to me

“Okay give me a second” I ran down the stairs pulling on my jacket and shoes and she went and got in the truck

The engine roared making me laugh to myself and the horrific sound

I jumped in and we were off, I always loved forks, I never wanted to leave but Bella didn’t want to live away from me, so I decided to visit dad at least twice a year, after bella stopped going I still went, I always felt like I lived in her shadow, she always got all the attention and I was just kinda….there

But hopefully now I can reconnect with some of the La push people again, when I’d visit with dad I’d hang around Leah, Seth and Jacob, sometimes the others but they made me nervous sometimes

Bella was the awkward one while I was the shy one, I liked being with people but I couldn’t seem to ever start the conversation out of fear of what might happen, it was silly but I couldn’t help it, hopefully being around those rowdy boys might help break me out of that

As we drove down to Jacobs house, the beautiful forest flashing past, I knew I was always meant to be here, for some reason I always had this pull and connection the La push, I’d come and sit on the beach or walk through the forest and just feel at peace

We pulled up to the little red house I loved to see, I jumped out and ran over to where Billy and Jacob were, this is the first time I’ve seen them since moving back

“Billy! Jacob! I missed you guys!” I said yelling in excitement as I finally reached them

“Y/n you’re here! It’s so good to see you” billy smiled as he motioned me into a hug, I bent down and he squeezed me tight, he was always like a second dad here

I pulled back and looked back over at Jake

“Woah what happened to your hair man?” I said as I ruffled his short hair

“It’s new, not my favorite but it needed the chop” he said but I somehow felt like he was lying

“Now come on the elders should be here soon” billy said as Jacob started pushing him to fire

“Wait what? Elders? Are we allowed to be here?” I asked nervous, not wanting to intrude

“Oh it’s fine, we invited you so you’re more than welcome” Jake said as we finally got to the fire

I felt relieved, Bella sat down next to Jacob but they was only enough room on the log for them so I didn’t know where to sit, I glanced around looking for a spot

Interrupted by Seth, he ran up to me pulling me into a hug

“Y/n! Why didn’t you call and say you’re here, me and Leah missed you, we were sad when you didn’t move back with Bella”

“Sorry I wanted to move back, I never wanted to move away in the first place but my mom needed help with somethings before I could come back, I missed you guys too though” I said as I moved over seeing Leah and giving her a hug, she didn’t seem like her old self but she did seem excited to see me

“Finally another girl around to talk to” she smiled

“I’m glad because the people in forks don’t seem to like to make friends”

“Well you’re always welcome at la push” Seth said, he was almost jumping out of his skin

I went back to looking for a seat when I saw an open spot neck to a guy I remember as Paul, I always remember when he’d be around I’d always get butterflies in my stomach but never really thought too much about it until now

The light from the fire was glowing on his skin, his smile was so nice, he has become so handsome, he was even more buff now

I took a deep breathe and walked over to him

“Hey do you mind if I sit here?” I asked before I sat down

He looked up at me but froze, there was this look in his eyes like he never wanted to look away, I was usually uncomfortable with this amount of eye contact but….I loved it, I sat next to him without breaking contact, I didn’t even care what was happening around us

“Paul you good?” I heard Sam call, breaking us both out of our trance

“Oh uh sorry” he said

“It’s okay, how’ve you been Paul? I haven’t seen you in so long?”

“Good just the usual here, glad you’re here” he smiled and the butterflies erupted again

“I’m glad I’m here too, you cut your hair too” I frowned as I brushed my fingers through his hair, gently tracing down to his cheek, noticing how he leaned into my touch

Billy went on to tell the history of the tribe, it was so interesting, I looked at Paul again noticing his he sat closer to me, seeing how all the boys were so entranced by the story, sure it was an amazing story but for these boys to be so entertained made me think that this story might be real

Part.2<-

#y/n #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x y/n #la push #forks aesthetic #twilight #bella swan #edward cullen #jacob black #seth clearwater #leah clearwater #embry call #sam uley

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Radioactive Eldritch Jedi

Okay so when I say radioactive. The Force is primordial and eldritch and the jedi (and any other force users of a comparable level) resonate with the echoes of this primoridal of-the-world-and-yet-not-the-world energy like your body when you’re so close to a marching bacd you can feel the drums in your bones and they’re not the music or the instruments, they’re only the echo thereof, but the echo of something from the depths that bore the universe is still A Lot.

And when you look at them. There’s teeth that aren’t there the next minute, you could count them again and again for half an hour and never get the same number twice in a row. And that’s not mentioning when their teeth don’t fit in their mouth, don’t match each other, when there aren’t teeth in their mouths but claws...

That’s just one element of their face which is one element of their body.

You can smell them, even the species that don’t have particularly good senses of smell though it is far more distracting for them. Something fresh with light or rotting with dark, herby or sea salty or citrusy or floral and threaded with sweat or blood or sex to suit whatever they’ve been doing and it wouldn’t be remarkable except they smell simultaneously like their species and like something else entirely in a way that is clearly but indescribably not caused by soap or perfume or oil.

There’s a resonance in their voices. Something like there’s a drumbeat in their throat, like they’re speaking with the vibrations of a song you’ve always heard without knowing it, but always perfectly understandable. The sound of jedi singing in harmony with feeling has reduced cities to tears of joy or tears of pain, blood dripping from their ears in mirror of their tears.

Don’t get me started on their shadows, on the way they move in the dark

And they’d be leaking this strangeness 24/7 except they keep themselves so tightly shielded, not only hiding themselves so that they appear uncanny and not terrifyingly Other (they’ve been there time and time again and it is a problem. There are Consequences) but also keeping any of this force-energy-resonance leaking out into the world. Places where force sensitives have lived a long time thrum like a pulse, are touches with the energy of generations of force users relaxing enough to let their shields lower and their selves to leak and brush the walls and tables, etching their presences into the place like fire into wood, and when this touches people it changes them.

Not immediately. Not quickly. It can take months for anything to change and this is why jedi keep their shields maintained, because if you’re fully shielded nothing will happen, and this is part of why attachments are risky, because the emotion can affect the shields can change the one you love, because to say you love a jedi is not the same as accepting all that they are and being willing to change along with them because you can’t dodge that forever, and saying you’re willing to do this isn’t the same as being willing.

The changes aren’t quick, and not as Eldritch as the jedi, but they are permanent and definitely Other.

When shields crack or break, when a jedi lashes out with the force, it brushes an imprint on everything around them (those with any kind of vision skills can find this difficult or comforting to deal with, like a too-large gulp of hot tea) and a few times on the same thing doesn’t matter. Genuinely. Repeition is an entirely different matter.

War is hell.

War is hell, and the jedi are holding on to each other for support, clinging interlocking arms, but they’re scattered around the galaxy and it’s so hard to actually reach each other.

Sometimes to know you’re supported isn’t enough. Not when you can’t reach their shoulder to lean on, for just a moment.

And the clones are going through hell with them, are dying around them, and they reach out to support the jedi who are doing their best not only to help them survive but to help them live in a war that wants them dead for a senate that doesn’t care and the jedi recognizes them as people so they reach out and the jedi can’t help but reach back.

The clones catch them when they fall, love them in different ways each as sure as the tides, and the jedi relax into it without realizing. Their shields crack over and over again because war is hell, but they also find them relaxing them, instinctively and unconsciously, because so little is certain but the clones’ willingness to go to hell and back for them is one of them and they feel safe.

And the echoes of the force that resonate in the heartbeats-nervepulses-bloodflows of the jedi leaves imprints on the clones that rises like paint added layer by layer and it changes them.

The clones don’t have a childhood of familiarity to fall back on, much less the shielding techniques to keep them looking “normal.” What they have is legions of brothers willing to support each other come hell or high water or unending clankers and jedi who at first beg their forgiveness for changing them (because it wasn’t supposed to happen and because they like how they are but everyone already sees them as strange and to beg forgiveness for making them like them is many jedi’s first instinct) then teach them how to hide it when they need to and the comfort of singing together, their voices ringing through their ships in tune with the thrumming in their blood, bone-deep.

#i am back on my bullshit #too many good ao3 fics made me obessed #the thing about their smells is inspired by a fic by @bitter-chocolate-stars #so for clarity #i wouldn't say for certain that this doesn't happen to padme #but it happens a hell of a lot slower because the war keeps them apart often and because #she's not around anakin as often when he's overwhelmed enough to leak force energy on a regular basis #so there isn't the time and less of the situation #though there are probably some small changes by the end of the war #also about the coruscant guard #palpatine would have to be VERY certain the jedi were ignoring them to do anything sithy in their prescence bbecause it'd leave an inprint #he might still be a bastard but he'd be cautious #about that at least #incidentally if they ended up with quinlan vos or other shadows and the same thing happened to them as to the frontliners #palpatine would probably catch on and be like oh shit #and put whatever he was making them do on the down low #because if jedi are around the guard enough to change them that's an issue for him cause they're now watching #star wars #clone wars #eldritch #eldritch jedi #the force is eldritch #eldritch clone troopers #kinda at least

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aloneatpeace · 11 months

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 8

Tw : implied self harming/ cutting ( don't do it. It's not worth it)

We are getting a bit of inner reality of our mc life. Just imagine yourself in her shoes. Just a little glimpse of it.

WC :2921

When derek parked the jeep , you get out absentmindedly get out, your thoughts were drifted to the hospital incident, the screams and image of fire imprinted on your mind. Let out a sigh you look up eyes falling on the burned down house of Derek. Said guy picked a bag from his jeep before disappearing just Derek things.

Looking back at the house and where the police found the half body you tilt your head to side. You ponder over the unanswered questions that swimming in your head.

Wait it looks familiar. It’s the same images you saw.

Derek watch with a raised brow as you sit down steps of the house fiddling with rings on your fingers waiting for your friends. He leans against his jeep wondering why you are silent. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the silence. During the short time knowing you, you should be talking on and on but after the conversation you had fallen silent. You look lost in your own mind the stress hormone was suffocating him, but he didn’t dare comment on it.

“Derek” you call looking up to see him looking at you already “I don’t mean to be rude but is there anyone who survived the fire?” you ask softly

Derek gives you a bitch face which made drop you head on your knees with a loud sigh. Derek rolls his eyes before slowly saying “no, I have uncle but he was also in the fire he is in coma for 6 years now”

Is that him then?? “So, your sister…” you trail of not knowing her name also stuck in where he has uncle, maybe that’s was his uncle but how in the world did that thing happened though

“Laura”

“This is so messed up” you sigh into your hand

“What messed up” Scott’s voice echoes at the same time stiles jeep come into the view

“everything” you said

“yeah”

Stiles walks towards you “so mind telling me why you had to keep me waiting for eternity when you told me you’ll be back in minute after dropping his mom food and you how did you got out?” he point at Derek who looked at him unimpressed.

“Stop it stiles” you groan.

“No, I want to know why did he had the body? Did you kill her?” stiles ask and Scott nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, why was her body was cut in half? And I know you’re the one that bite that’s why you are always around us”

“Stop talking or I’ll make you” Derek said in threating deep voice his eyes flash blue. You rub your face at their bickering, feeling like tons of emotions hitting you like a brick them bickering not helping you at all.

Scott who was aggravated with the whole thing finally caused him to transform not fully but partially, and he turns to roar at Derek. You jump into your feet towards stiles fall back at the sudden shift. You pull him towards you wrapping your arms around his arms pulling away from the two werewolves.

Before Derek can react, Scott grabs him by the front of the jacket and shoves him clear through the burned remains of the wall beside them, causing him to crash through it and land in a pile of broken wood and drywall.

You and stiles yelp making Scott’s attention to focus on you both. But he didn’t do anything but turn to Derek.

“Oh god” stiles whisper and pull you closer “can we run now” you shake your head at him make stiles look at in disbelief “what?”

“Trust me I want to but we can’t leave him”

Once Derek gets his bearings, he spits the drywall dust out of his mouth as he clears the debris that landed on him and stands to his feet. He dusts himself off, shaking out his jacket, before hmphing, slightly impressed by Scott's boldness. He looks at you and stiles huddled together.

Derek shakes out his leather jacket one last time before deciding to shrug it off entirely, muttering under his breath “That was cute.”

Derek tosses aside his jacket, revealing a plain gray t-shirt. He walks back toward what used to be the foyer of the house, passing a door with a mottled glass window through which we see Derek roll his head and neck from side to side as he transforms for the first time that you and stiles has seen. The sound of bones crunching can be heard as he finally makes it past the door, in his full Werewolf form, ready to fight Scott properly.

Derek's eyes flash blue as he growls at Scott menacingly through his fangs.

Scott leaps through the hole Derek made when he flew through the wall, and the two circle each other for a long moment as they wait for one of them to make the first move, Derek continuing to growl lowly at Scott.

Scott finally roars at Derek and lunges for him, but Derek is too quick this time, grabbing Scott by the front of the shirt and pushing him backwards against the wall before yanking him the other way and tossing him aside. Scott rolls over the coffee table and lands in a crouching position, growling softly as Derek leaps toward him, but managing to roll to the side before Derek can land on his back

The two stand up, and they each manage to get a couple hits against the other before Derek shoves him across the room, where he lands flat on his back on the floor. Derek stands in a hunched over position as Scott gets to his feet and stumbles over to the coffee table, using it as leverage to stand up to his full height. Derek growls loudly he runs over and uses the coffee table as a vault, kicking out so that his feet make contact with Scott's chest so hard that he flies backwards once again. Scott quickly gets back up to his feet, and Derek kicks out at the nearby wall and flips as Scott picks up a nearby wooden beam to use as a weapon.

Your screams of protest fall on deaf ears.

He hits Derek with it hard, and he falls onto the ground and rolls backwards several times, landing on his back as Scott rushes toward him, the beam raised like a baseball bat. Derek rolls to the side before Scott can hit him in the face with it and then gets onto his knees so he can use his arm to hit the back of Scott's knees, causing him to flip backwards and land hard onto the ground

Derek takes advantage of how disoriented Scott is to grab him by the throat and pick up his entire body before slamming him down on the ground twice in a row. Scott groans and he rolls to his knees, but before he can grab the beam he was using as a weapon, Derek kicks him in the gut and causes him to roll over a nearby wooden chest before landing on the floor behind it. Scott quickly recovers and leaps onto the chest, perching on it, but when he lunges toward Derek, the latter hits him in the chest so hard the sound of bones crunching can be heard

This seems to be the final blow in the fight, as Scott, moaning in pain with a human voice, staggers toward the nearby couch and braces his hands on it, the pain seemingly causing him to turn back. Behind him, Derek stands with his back to Scott and rolls his neck again, bones cracking as he shifts back into his human form as well. Scott looks back at Derek, a look of betrayal evident on his face, and Derek, exhausted from the fight and tired of arguing with Scott, finally sets the record straight with a sigh.

“Can you both for one minute think before wolfing out” you yell from where you stand with stiles who still shaken up.

Scott turns to you while pointing at Derek “he ruined my life”

“No, I didn't.”

Scott scoffs in disbelief, but his voice is no longer a half-scream as he talks more calmly “I’m sure it’s you that bite and playing innocent now!”

Irritably Derek answer” No, I'm not.”

Scott’s eyes widen in shock at this revelation “What?”

“I’m not the one that bit you.”

“Then who did?” stiles ask

“It’s called an Alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I? We're Betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came here looking for him. Now I'm trying to find him. But I don't think I can do it without you.” Derek answer looking at Scott.

Scott, completely overwhelmed by this information, continues to pant for breath “Why me?”

“Because he's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack.”

Scott looks up at Derek with a devastated expression, and Derek's own expression is grim as well “It’s you, Scott. You're the one he wants”.

“Are we cool now?” you ask looking around Scott give you a node. You walk towards Scott with stiles on your toes before smacking Scott on back head

“What was that for?” he whines rubbing the area. “For wolfing out when you damn well you can’t control yourself. What if you hurt stiles when go for derek? Did you think that? “You hiss because it’s true what if his anger was high would he even realize it’s his friends standing inform of him. Scott gives a kicked puppy look at your words.

Before turning Derek “would I’ve killed them?”

“probably” Derek said nonchalant.

“I’m sorry guys” Scott apologies.

You sigh running your hands down your face “it’s alright, you can’t control it. This whole thing is a mess but we all in this now. As much I hate to say this as annoying as he is, Derek is only who can help you with your changing” you dismiss Derek’s offended before continuing. “So can we all agree on that?” you ask them and slowly they all node “and you Derek no more threat.” Derek looks at you unimpressed “please” you whisper.

“God he is asshole” stiles whisper making Derek look at him, but stiles found your hair more interesting as he inspects it. You slap away his hands softly smiling at his antics..

“If you want help then you have breakup with Alison” Derek stated.

“Why? She isn’t a hunter” Scott frown.

“Her whole family is Scott” Derek said feeling Scott’s reluctant he gets aggravated again

“I can’t do that she is my girlfriend” Scott plead as you and stiles watch both of them.

Having enough of Derek yells “stop being naïve Scott, her father would kill you without any mercy that’s what they do, that’s what they did to my whole family, they cut her into pieces to use a bait to catch me. Isn’t what you wanted now Scott?”

Scott didn’t answer but of course he didn’t want that to be his fate. Maybe he is being a little entitled because he clearly Derek had harder life than Scott and him bitching about how Derek ruined his life wasn’t really a good idea.

You and stiles share a look before sighing in sync “guys …” you call slowly not anger the werewolf that’s just cooled down now “we can all agree that’s none of this what we wanted to happen. But it did” derek huff at that making you walk towards him slowly “and what happened to you wasn’t fair your anger towards the argents is justifiable. We are sorry getting you arrested and gigging up the body” you side glare at Scott and stiles “which was disrespectful. But Scott is teenager we all are. One night get bite by wolf the next day he turns that doesn’t happen in day to day and then mystery guy pop up threating him then saying your brothers or whatever isn’t going to set things straight. And on top that there are vampires running around. Alison is his first real girlfriend. You can’t be mad at him for reacting the way he is” you take breath “the point there is hunters, vampires and the thing that bite you still out there if don’t work together we all going to die somehow any way.”

“So can please not fight again?” you ask last time at them.

Scott and stiles look at each other before looking at you then to derek and node. You look at Derek as he stands with arms crossed, he rolls his eyes at you before muttering a small fine.

“So, what happened at the party?” stiles that’s the whole reason you’re all here. Scott frown “it was eventful. Damon was there look up some stone or crystal there that’s the main reason he was there.”

Stiles eyes lit up “is it magical?”

“Maybe it is. heard he tell Caroline he put that a long ago, which makes me wonder how long that was there. Elena and bonnie found out about Damon using there were marks on her neck and wrist they caught but she didn’t tell us a thing and then he was going to bite her outside, but I think Stefan spike her drink with…”

“Vervain” you and stiles said.

Scott looks at both you weirdly “yeah and bonnie and Elena came helped her that’s it”

“They didn’t see you right?” you ask him he shook his head “good”

“So, what we do now?” stiles ask

You look at him confused “we stay out their way that’s it. I just hope bonnie, and Elena understand how dangerous the Salvatore’s is and stay away from them” they look at you as if your serious “what?? sorry not sorry I didn’t plan on being a blood bag for them. I still have nightmare being chased down by it. So, I’m staying away from them.”

“I think it's good idea” stiles said remembering the day you called him crying and begging him to come save you. He didn’t want his friend terrified out her mind like that again. Seeing you passed out on Derek arms was the worst feeling he felt, and he don’t want to feel that again. Scott who thinks the same agrees with that.

“a little late for that, if that thing is magical, it need a witch and I know your grandmother is one and next in bennet line” Derek said looking at you “bonnie?” Scott whisper

Stiles raises an eyebrow “really? I thought she was just scaring us?”

“that’s just great” you close your eyes feeling the heavy and loaded inside your head. “Can we like go home now I’m getting really tried now?” you ask

Stiles loops his hands around your shoulder, and you lean against him “me too.” Scott node too “you are coming Scott?”

The time you reach house you were so tried, maybe you're going crazy there is no other expiation for what happened in the hospital. You can’t be a witch either because you’re not a bennet by blood. Heck, you don’t even know who’s your parents are you were living with Sheila bennet since you can remember. You never asked for your real parents you just accepted that they don’t want you or could provide you with a life that a child require. It was not a smooth ride though; you often find yourself asking why did they leave you? Were you planned? Did you do anything to make them leave you? Why did Sheila bring you here? Did you even born here? You didn’t ask because what if the answer was more painful so you never voiced it.

“yeah” Scott turns to Derek “I’m sorry “he finally said before skipping towards you as he reaches beside you. You pull him towards you as the three of you drag yourself to stiles jeep. Derek watches this feeling a little unknown emotion inside him but he pushed it aside. He doesn’t have time this he needs to find who was the werewolf that killed his sister and stole the alpha spark.

Maybe it’s the exhaustion that made you walk into your grams room finding her bed leaning against the headboard of the bed as read a book.

god you need to stop overthinking.

“Huh seems like birdie lost her way” she said without looking up from here book. unannounced you plop yourself across her lap. She closes her book setting it beside the night table beside her bed. She runs her fingers through your hair making you relax at her touch. Your breathing evens out as you fall into a deep slumber you finally ask the question “who am I grams?” it was quitter than whisper, but she heard it. A melancholy smile appears in face, she lifts your wrist in her hand’s underneath sleeves and bracelets scar marks hidden carefully from eye sight of everyone. She touches them tenderly afraid she is going to hurt you unknowingly as tear roll down her cheek.

What is your identity in reality? Are you a bennet? the school certificate, hospital records say you are bennet. But by birth who are you? What’s your parents’ name, how do they look like, does they live together or apart? Are they even alive? does your features and personality a copy of your mother or father? Is it both? Or you just you.

“You are a beautiful mystery of the universe.”

note : Even though some of you wanted to include clothing I'm thinking of not adding that anymore. I hope you got the general description of how the style is and now that i shown the outfit of the scarletphoenixforce in matter of couple of chapter it would be coming in just like the order.

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