#Jake Washington x reader

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[lunajay33]

The One🐾

Summary: Life always felt like something was missing and falling into a funk you go to move to forks to live with your best friend Jacob and everything seems to fall into place when he introduces you to his friends

Pairing: Paul Lahote x f!reader

•Masterlist•

Every since I was little I felt like something was missing, like no matter how happy and whole my life felt it was never enough and when I grew into my teen years it just got worse, so my mom thought it be best to send me to live with our family friends in Forks Washington where we use to live before we moved

Getting out of the cab seeing the familiar red house feeling the fresh coastal air breeze across me something clicked in me, like everything was gonna somehow be better here

I got my suitcase out of the car waving goodbye to the man that drove me all this way from the airport

“Y/N!!! YOURE HERE!” I turned seeing Jacob running out the door to me with wide open arms

Dropping my bags I jumped into his arms as he swung me around holding me tight then setting me gently on the ground again

“I can’t believe you’re back, I missed you so much”

“Jake we call almost every day” I laugh as he picks up my bags leading me back to the house

“I know but it’s not the same as actually having you here, plus I think it’ll be good for you, I have a bunch of friends now and we do stuff all the time and they’ll love you!” He was as excited as a little kid in a candy shop and it warmed my heart, finally being back in the town I was born in, the place I only ever felt right before moving

He dropped my bags in a little room, seemingly nervous at what I’ll think of it

“I love it, thank you and Billy agains for letting me stay”

“Anytime! Now I planned a little welcome home fire tonight for you, food, music and you’ll get to meet the whole pack!”

“Pack?”

“Oh umm yeah like….i mean my friends, our whole group, my friend Bella from town and some of the elders, I remember how you loved those stories they’d tell us as kids”

“You did all that for me?!”

“Of course, you’re back home where you belong, it’s only right we celebrate”

The night came and Jake was driving us to the go to spot they had fires and gatherings, we pulled up to a big open field by a little house, a big fire already roaring bright, hearing the cheerful voices from my open window as Jake shut off the engine

“Come on what’re you waiting for?” Jake asked from my now open door, my nerves taking hold of me not even noticing he got out and was now waiting for me on my side of the truck

“I’m a little nervous what if….what if they don’t like me?”

“They’re nothing to be worried about, just think of them just like me, and you’re always relaxed around me now come on let’s get some food before Paul eats it all” his words soothed me finally coursing me out of the truck

“Oh I remember Paul, he use to play with us sometimes at the beach right?”

“Yeah he’s become a bit of a hot head but he means well, he’s pretty protective of things that are important” he said handing me a plate as we got to the tables filled with food

“Hey!! Jake come over here got a spot for you!” I heard a girl by the fire say waving him over

“That’s Bella, I’m gonna go talk with her, mingle around these people will be in your life as long as you live with me” he smiled soothing my worries as he walked off

I picked up a chocolate chip muffin and placed it on the plate when someone spoke next to me

“Hey you must be the girl of the hour, I’m Emily Jake hasn’t stopped talking about you since he found out you were moving here, I’m glad to finally meet you!” She smiled giving me a warm motherly vibe

“It’s nice to meet you too! Thank you for coming I can’t believe everyone came just for me, I’m excited to reconnect and meet everyone!”

“Come on I’ll introduce you around” she brought me around, I met Seth Clearwater who wasn’t even born before I left but I remembered his sister Leah as well as Embry, I talked to Billy and the elders a bit before we moved on to the next

“Hey Paul! Remember y/n and few of the others do already!”

“How could I forget that little rascal” he laughed as he looked up at me from his plate, his smile dropping as we made eye contact, his plate crumbling to the ground

Everything felt still, this connection and pull I felt to him like he’s the only thing the matters, that no matter what happens or where I go I’ll be safe and loved, he drops to his knees as I place me hands on his shoulders, admiring his features he’s changed so much, so tall so muscular so handsome, the chatter around us stopped feeling everyone’s eyes on us but I don’t care all I care about is this moment

“No no no no NO, Paul really? Out of everyone it had to be my best friend?” Jake fumed snapping us out of this strange trance

“Like I can help it, but I’m not complaining she’s beautiful” he said making my heart thump

“Ummm what just happened?” The confusing starting to set in

“Right, I wouldn’t expect you to remember, come on we’ll tell you everything” Jake grabbed my hand and sat me next to him at the fire, Paul quick to sit on my other side, his body heat relaxing me

The “pack” went on to tell me everything, that the legends were true and most of the people including my best friend was a shifter, a wolf, it was hard to believe I mean wolves? But it wasn’t until they told me about imprints and that I was now Paul’s, but it didn’t feel wrong it felt completely right, like magically I was whole again

Everyone looked at me expectantly, anxious and waiting expression on everyone

“I know it’s a lot and we understand if you need time honey” Billy said comfortingly

“No……I’m fine really, I actually feel the best I have in a long time” I smile sheepishly as my cheeks rush with heat

“That makes sense, it’s said that if you’re separated from your soulmate even if not imprinted yet it drains you and now that you’re back, you’re where you’re suppose to be” Sam stated as he squeezed Emily’s hand

I look next to be to Paul who’s rough exterior I always remembered was gone now replaced with adoration as he looked at me like I hung the moon in the sky

“Would you like to go talk…..privately?” I asked

“I’d loved to Angel” he took my hand and led me away from the fire to the house, it was cozy just like Jake’s home, well mine now too

“Soooo I guess I’m your soulmate”

“I’ve been waiting for you, I always did have a crush on you when we were younger, always got jealous when Jake would talk about you” he smirked as he brushed back my hair

“Really? You had a crush on me?”

“Always, missed you a lot when you left, tried to forget about you but I never could get you out of my head, felt like something was missing with you gone and now I know why”

“So what are we now?” My heart thumping fast

“Anything you want Angel” he said squeezing my thigh

“Can we start with a date?” I ask placing my hand ontop of his that rested on my thigh

“I’d love that, how about I pick you up tomorrow at 5 I’ll plan something special!”

The clock showed 4:30 and I was a nervous wreck, this is my first date ever and it’s with a guy who’s my soulmate and a wolf, how did my life change so drastically

I combed down my hair for the millionth time hearing Jake laugh behind me as he was sat on the bed

“And what are you laughing at?”

“You, you’re fidgeting like crazy”

“Jake stop…I’ve never done this before what if we go out and he realizes he doesn’t wanna be with me, then I’m alone again”

“Y/n/n he’s gonna love you, hell I see how jealous he’d get everytime I’d bring you up”

There was a knock at the door and my heart jumped, I got up and flattened down my ivory dress

“Okay how do I look?”

“You look great now go on don’t keep him waiting!” I rush to the door taking a deep breath and opening it to see Paul standing with a pair of jeans and a tight black short sleeve and a bouquet of wild flowers in his hands

“You look beautiful wow” he said in a daze as his eyes roamed over every inch of me

“You don’t look to bad yourself handsome”

“Here these are for you, but they can’t compare to how pretty you are” he said handing them over

“Paul stop you’re gonna make me blush” I smiled placing the flowers in a little vase

“That’s the goal, now let’s go I’ve got everything ready” he gently took my hand leading me to the open field infront of the house

“Where’s your truck?”

“We’re going on foot” it’s just up the hill

We walked hand in hand for a while till we reached the cliff side with a beautiful view, there was string lights across the trees hanging over a comfy blanket with a picnic basket

“Wow you did all this for me?”

“Of course and I got all your favourites! Had to get a few tips from Jake” he laughed as we sat down

“This is so sweet, so far this is an amazing first date” I said taking a bite of a strawberry

“First? You’ve never been on a date before?”

“No….ive never been interested in anyone before….well before now” I looked at him a bit embarrassed but being around him felt like he’d never judge me

“I get that, no one ever compared to how I feel for you, you’re the one, my only one”

Part 2?

[gossameres]

always kind of was, j. black

chapter two, poncho punch

— jacob black x f. reader

a/n: i realized writing this i abuse em dashes so…oops… anyway here is more cute fluffy jake

prev. series masterlist! next.

The first few mornings of May in Forks arrived slowly, like the sun was still shy about showing its face. Contrary to popular belief, summers in Washington do come—and when they do, the clouds finally pull back and the sun becomes a welcomed guest after months of gray.

Today is one of those quietly golden days. You wake to soft light filtering through your window blinds and the gentle tap of birds on the roof. Rolling onto your back, your eyes trace the knotty wood ceiling above you. It smelled faintly of old books and damp earth from the rain earlier in the week–and part of you liked that the house hasn’t tried to be anything other than what it was. Forks never changed much.

But Jacob did. And you still haven’t quite figured that out.

You see him most days now, which you don’t mind—actually, you kind of like it. You never had that many friends in Forks to begin with, and the few you did have moved away, just like you had. Jake would show up with that lopsided grin and some excuse to get you out of the house—down to First Beach, out by Sol Duc, or just cruising around in his rebuilt Rabbit, pointing out every small thing that has changed since you were last here. He makes it feel easy, like old times, but there’s always something unsaid in the air between you. Like every sentence hangs with an ellipsis.

This afternoon, he came by again. You’re both on the porch swing, spending one of those perfect slow afternoons doing absolutely nothing. Your parents are out for the day—visiting friends, maybe, but you didn’t ask. You’re busy…with Jake. Your knees are hugged to your chest, one earbud in, and Jake’s got the other. He’s nodding along to the playlist you made—Beyoncé, Nelly Furtado, and his now not-so-secret favorite: Avril Lavigne.

“It’s getting kinda hot,” he says suddenly, tugging the earbud out. “Otter Pop?”

You grin. “Yes, please. Can you get me—”

“Poncho Punch. Yeah, I know.” He’s already standing, smirking. “Be right back.”

You laugh as he jogs inside like it’s a mission. A few minutes later, he returns with two hilariously oversized Otter Pops. The kind your parents bought in bulk just because they were cheaper than the regular ones.

He tosses you the orange one, keeping the red one for himself.

“You still eat the red ones first, huh?”

“This one’s got a bite,” he says, tearing the plastic with his teeth. “Kinda like me. Fiery. Intense. Unapologetically cool.”

You snort. “Please stop psychoanalyzing your artificially dyed sugar water, weirdo.”

He grumbles but sits down beside you anyway, unwrapping his pop fiercely. You do the same. The earbuds go back in, and you both fall into that easy rhythm again—breeze in the trees, tires on gravel in the distance, his arm warm where it brushes yours.

For a while, it’s like no time passed at all. But you still can’t quite believe the shift in him. The height. The new muscles. The serious way he carries himself sometimes, like he’s older than he should be. When you asked, he’d just muttered something about a growth spurt, but you didn’t buy it. You didn’t change that much, not really. But Jake always insisted you had.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he tenses slightly as he pulls it out. One glance and his jaw tightens.

“Everything okay?” you ask, still eating your popsicle.

“Yeah,” he says too fast, shoving the phone back into his jeans. “Just Sam.”

You tilt your head, eyebrows furrowed. “Sam Uley?”

“Mhm.” He hesitates, then shrugs like it’s no big deal, “The guys are hanging out tonight. You should come.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah. Bonfire at the beach. Everyone’ll be there.”

Everyone. You bite your lip. You’d been looking forward to a quiet night settling in, but the idea of seeing Embry and Quil again makes your chest lift a little. You alway loved tagging along with the three of them, even if they were total chaos. Quil and Embry never treated you like you couldn’t keep up–and Jake never loved that. He was always protective over you for some reason.

“Okay,” you say after a moment. “Yeah, I’ll go.” Then you pause. “But I thought you didn’t like Sam?”

Jake rolls his eyes slightly, like he expected this question.

“Things change,” he pauses. “I got over it. We’re… cool now.”

You give him a look. “That’s it?”

He shrugs again, but his smile is a little crooked. “I dunno. Sometimes you realize you were wrong about people.”

You decide not to press. Not today, at least.

Your Otter Pop drips a bright orange line down your wrist and you fumble for the hem of your shirt–but Jake’s faster. Without a word, he leans in, catching the melting trail with his thumb, wiping it gently from your skin. His touch lingers, warm and a little too careful. You glance up and for a second–just one second–he’s looking at you like he’s seeing something new. Like he’s remembering something old.

The moment passes. He leans back with a grin that’s too casual and shoves his finished Otter Pop wrapping into his other pocket.

“I’ll pick you up at eight.”

And just like that, he stands, heading down the porch steps like nothing happened–like his fingers didn’t just leave a burning line on your skin.

You spend the next few hours cleaning up, texting your parents (who are, predictably, still out), and trying not to overthink the way Jacob had looked at you earlier.

Because it had been different than anything you were used to.

You’d known Jacob Black since you were kids and had seen every version of him–from the scrawny eight-year old who challenged you to races on the beach (and won every time) to the sulky fourteen-year-old who pretended not to care when you told him you were moving. You don’t remember the exact moment when you met Jacob. He was just there–holding your hand when you jumped off the jungle gym, pushing you on the swing, playing tag. Somewhere along the way, he just stuck.

But the way he’d stared at you today–like he was seeing you for the first time–that was new. You shake your head. You’re probably just imagining things.

At exactly 8:00 PM, the roar of Jacob’s motorcycle cuts through the quiet of the evening. You grab your jacket and head outside where he’s waiting, helmet in hand.

“You sure you’re okay on this thing?” you question, eyeing the bike.

He smirks. “Scared?”

“No,” you lie.

He laughs and tosses you the helmet. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

Something about the way he says it makes your stomach flip, but you climb on behind him anyway, gripping the sides of his jacket as the engine rumbles to life beneath you.

“Hold on tighter than that,” he says over his shoulder. “Unless you wanna eat pavement for dinner.”

You roll your eyes but slide your arms around his waist, pressing closer. His breath hitches, barely, before he revs the engine and takes off. The wind rushes past as you speed down the road, the trees blurring into one long streak. Jacob’s warmth seeps into you, even as the cool air nips at your cheeks, his back solid against your chest and despite your earlier nerves, you find yourself relaxing.

Because this is Jacob–with him, you’ve always been safe.

First Beach is just as you remember it. Smoke and salt in the air, the crash of waves blending with the snap of logs in the bonfire. The group’s already gathered–Embry, Quil, Sam, and a few others you barely recognize. You remember their faces from around La Push, though you’d never known them well. The ones you can’t quite recall the name of sit slightly apart from the rest, arms crossed but with a faint smile when they catch your eye.

You didn’t expect to be greeted like someone returning home, but Embry jumps up first, nearly tackling you with a hug.

“No way it’s you!”

Quil follows right behind him, shaking his head. “City life didn’t ruin you after all.”

“Shut up,” you retort, hugging him too. “Barely a city, even.”

Sam offers a polite nod and a small smile. “Good to see you.”

“You too,” you reply tight-lipped, still taking it all in.

Jacob stays close to your side as you find a spot around the fire. You catch Quil nudging Embry and whispering something that sounds like, “She’s basically part of the–” before Sam shoots them both a look that shuts them up. You raise an eyebrow but don’t question it.

Despite the unfamiliar faces, the night settles into a rhythm. The heat of the fire, the low rumble of conversation, the occasional laugh from Paul that always seems louder than it needs to be. You talk with Leah for a while, glad for the presence of another girl. She's blunt, dryly funny, and easy to talk to once she warms up. It's nice—not being the only one. Someone mentions the old Quileute stories, and a few of the guys start joking about them, but you catch the shift in their expressions. Something passes between them.

You smile faintly. “I remember Billy used to tell us those stories,” you say quietly. “You never believed any of them, Jake.”

Jacob doesn’t laugh. Instead, he looks at the fire, then at you. “Maybe I was wrong.”

There’s a silence there, brief but thick.

It’s only your second full day back, but you’ve caught Jacob staring more than once—longer than before, longer than friends should. You catch him doing it again now, the firelight reflected in his eyes, something unreadable behind them. He looks away when you meet his gaze. Eventually, the others begin to drift off, pairing up or heading home. Quil tosses another log into the fire with a lazy salute before he disappears with Embry into the dark.

“Bonfires aren’t the same without your terrible ghost stories,” you say.

Jacob smirks. “You were always the one who got scared, not me.”

You both laugh softly.

When it’s just the two of you left, the sounds of the ocean fills the quiet, waves crashing in rhythm with your pulse. Jacob stands and offers you a hand. You take it, letting him pull you to your feet–but when you go to let go, his fingers linger, just a second longer than they need to.

The ride back is quieter. The wind bites a little more than before, but Jacob’s presence keeps you grounded. When he pulls up in front of your house, he doesn’t cut the engine right away. The night hangs suspended between you, thick with something unspoken.

“Thanks for tonight,” you murmur, voice nearly swallowed by the hum of the bike.

Jacob finally turns to look at you, his dark, brown eyes reflecting off the porch light. “Anytime,” he says, low and earnest, like he means it in every possible way.

You hand him his helmet, and your fingers brush against his, sending a jolt up your arm.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” he asks, uncharacteristically hesitant, like a kid waiting for reassurance.

You smile and nod. “Obviously.”

On the porch as you fumble for the keys, your heart still thuds from the ride–or maybe from the way his hands lingered or the way his voice dipped when he said “anytime.” All these little moments of extra long touches and the loaded glances are building up, and as you close the door behind you, something settles heavy in your chest: something is changing. You don’t have a name for it yet, but it’s there, undeniable as the tide.

[buckets-and-trees]

RED, WHITE & TRUE SERIES

a Steve Stays after Endgame AU

After bringing everyone back and returning the stones to their proper spot in the timeline, Steve hands the shield and mantle of Captain America to Sam, and then retreats into a quiet life - not totally off the grid, but certainly retired, and also looking to rest. But after a few years, Pepper Potts proposes it's time for Steve to get back in the business of helping people, pursuing the greater good. She pitches he run for President of the United States of America.

Pepper's got a spot on this political campaign team for you, as well.

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x curvy Millennial Female!Reader, Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes

Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings] politically arranged marriage, slow burn, eventual smut

SERIES: ↠ Prologue: Upstate New York - A New Idea (Steve POV) [1.3k] ↠ chapter 1: Manhattan & Brooklyn - Joining the Team [4k] ↠ chapter 2: Las Vegas & Cleveland - Shifts in Strategy [4k] ↠ chapter 3: Houston - A Presidential Couple [3.4k] ↠ chapter 4: Fort Wayne, Toledo, Detroit - A Key Endorsement [4.2k] ↠ chapter 5: DC, Tampa, Athens - Pressures of the Campaign [6.2k] ↠ chapter 6: Athens to Miami - Revelations [7.5k] ↠ chapter 7: Brooklyn - Pre-Interview [5.8k] ↠ chapter 8: Brooklyn - The Interview [6.1k] ↠ chapter 9: Kansas City - Interview Broadcast Day [7.6k] ↠ chapter 10: Kansas to Tucson - Fallout [6.5k] ↠ chapter 11: Tucson - Refocusing [4.7k] ↠ chapter 12: Tucson & Denver - Important Conversations [6.4k] ↠ chapter 13: Pittsburgh & Harrisburg - October Surprise [9.1k] ↠ chapter 14: Boston & New York - Election Eve [9.1k] ↠ chapter 15: Election Day in New York, pt. 1 [7.2k] ↠ chapter 16: Election Day in New York, pt. 2 [5.3k] ↠ chapter 17: Election Day in New York, pt. 3 [5.8k] ↠ epilogue [2.9k] ↠ bonus part: Inauguration Day in Washington, DC [3k]

EXTRAS: info about VP Candidate Charlie Young info about Campaign Manager Jake commentary on their "honeymoon" after the election

↠ Main Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest Steve Rogers Masterlist

[fashionteahouse]

hiii, can you write one where the reader is like a brazilian bombshell and she moved there with her dad from california and paul imprints.buttt(BARE WITH ME🙏) paul doesn’t know that irritating people comes with having a pretty girlfriend .(you can add your own twist to it to make it better ofc tyyy<33)

heyy yes i can <33 ! hope you enjoy :)

so hot you’re hurting my feelings - paul x reader

Friends were shocked that you were moving. You looked at it as a new venture in life. Your father deciding to take his successful law firm to Washington, spreading out his reputation.

You snicker at the town’s name, Forks.

Your father couldn’t help but smile back as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“What made you pick this town of all places?” you ask in curiosity. He could’ve gone anywhere with his last name alone.

“An old buddy of mine, Charlie Swan, is the chief of police. I think it will do his town real good.” he says with a smile.

“He has a daughter around your same age.” he adds on. He knew you had to leave your friends behind.

That Saturday, while Charlie invited your father over for a game, you tagged along.

You sat while Charlie and your father talked about the good old high school days. The game started to come on and you chuckled at the zoned out expression that they both displayed as they started to tune into the game. Beer in hand.

A door opens and a girl’s voice bells out, “Dad, I’m home.”

She enters the living room and you look up from your phone while you were sitting on the couch.

“Hey.” you say.

“Hi.” she says to you and takes a look at her father and pokes his shoulder.

He mumbles, “Hey, Bells.”

She shakes her head a bit and laughs before looking to you.

“You can escape with me if you want. They’re not going to be much company.” she tells you.

You rise up with a grin as you knew that the statement was accurate.

You follow her up the stairs and into her room.

“Did you just move here?” she asks you.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, cool. Where from?” she asks.

“California.”

She grins a bit, “Cool. I used to live there.”

Your eyes widen a bit, but also excited that someone knew what it was like to live there.

“Nice! But um…How come you live here now?” you ask.

“I lived there with my mom. I came here to live with my dad.” she explains, “What about you?”

You tell her the action your dad took in order to win the local’s hearts.

“I will say, I will miss the sunny beach.” you say as you look out of her window to watch the dreary weather set in.

“La Push has a beach. It’s not on the sunny side like Cali but, the beach is still nice.” she says.

“Where’s that?”

“It’s on the rez. I hang there a lot. You can come with me tomorrow…If you’re not doing anything.”

You agree. You had no plans and you wanted to distract yourself of people telling you how much they missed you. It made you a bit sad.

“Have fun. Please stay safe.” your father tells you as you slid on your jacket at the door. Bella was outside in her truck waiting for you.

“Always am, dad. Love you.” you tell him and zip out of the house.

You chatted with Bella all the way up until you both had arrived.

Bella’s face lifts up as she looks at the group of people that is already there.

“You know them?” you ask her as you both walk side by side towards them.

“Yeah. You will like them.” she says with a smile.

“Bella!” you hear a boy’s name call her. Bella is wrapped in a tight bear hug and she smiles and tells him, “Jake..Can’t..Breathe.”

“Sorry.” he says with a smile and looks to you. He immediately gets nervous and you grin and just stick out your hand and tell him your name. He shakes it but you had to pull back your hand because he kept it in his hand for too long. You were used to stuff like that.

“We were playing soccer. Join.” he drags out the last part and Bella retracts as she shakes her head.

“Jake, I’m not athletic you know this.” she says.

“We’re not going to the Olympics, Bells. Just having fun.” he reassures and takes her hand and guides them to what you assume are his friends.

You couldn’t take your eyes away from them as they were all tall but the jackets that they had on didn’t hide their muscular build.

You felt eyes on you and you didn’t let it affect you.

Jacob introduced you to everyone and you look over to a see a boy who is owning the soccer ball with his knee and foot. Easily keeping it from fall to the ground. You were impressed.

He looks up and it was your turn to feel nervous. You weren’t new to handsome men, they were everywhere in a big city from where you were from.

But this guy was different. His sharp features captured all of your attention. His gaze back at you made you feel like a childish school girl seeing her crush for the first time ever. You wanted to do nothing but know everything about him. You wanted to know his dreams and also his deepest fears. In a way, you didn’t know why, but you felt that he could protect you from any and everything.

You felt a nudge on your shoulder.

“Are you playing with us. Please don’t leave me hanging.” Bella says and you snap back into reality.

“Yeah. I’ll play.” you say.

Jacob had an arm wrapped around Bella as he announced that Bella was going to be on his team.

That’s when chaos erupted, they all hounded you to ask whose team you’re going to be on. All except one.

The boy looked at the scenery as he now had the ball in his hand, fidgeting with it.

You point him.

“I will be on his.” you say. Groans were belted out and that’s when he displayed a grin on his face, it motivated you to walk over to him.

You find out his name was Paul. It felt nice when you repeated it back. It felt nice to hear your name fall from his lips.

You laughed as people pointed at him and called him a show off. Apparently it’s the best he’s ever played and they put it on you being in attendance.

“Fuck off. You all suck.” he says with a cocky smile.

This made you chortle and your cheeks burn when he looks to you, happy to make you react in a positive way.

You soon found yourself separated from the other individuals and found yourself under his arm as you both walked along the beach.

He asked about you. You asked about him. The conversation was pleasant to both of you.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asks you.

“Nothing. Why?” you look to him.

You soon find out why, he wanted to take you out. You agree with strong willing.

As you both made your way back to the crowd, the guy you knew as Embry speaks out to say, “Are we going to Emily’s or what? I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.” Sam says with slight annoyance but makes the effort to start to leave off the beach.

Paul looks down to you, you were grateful that he didn’t unwrap his arm from around you.

“Do you want to come?” he asks in your ear. You almost agree but you remember you came with Bella.

You see that Bella was currently on Jake’s back while laughing as he jogged, following the others.

“Sure.” you say.

The home that everyone went into was cozy.

You met Emily, who was Sam’s fiancé, she had a warm presence and welcomed you with open arms.

As you sat next to both Bella and Leah, you ate a sandwich. You noticed Paul watched over you as if he was being cautious. You didn’t mind but you felt flattered that he was being somewhat protective.

As you rode back home with Bella, she gives you a knowing look.

“So, are getting cozy with Lahote?” she asks as she keeps one hand on the wheel.

“That’s his last name?” you ask. She nods. Then you smile.

“I guess. He’s cute.” you say with admittance as you looked out of the window.

“I’m sure he thinks you’re cute as well.” she says jokingly.

“I know you aren’t talking. I seen you and Jake.” you say while grinning. A blush immediately forms and she starts to stutter, “Seen me and Jake do what?”

You playfully roll your eyes, “Are you two a thing?”

“I don’t know. He’s my best friend. I don’t want to make things awkward.” she admits.

“Things did not look awkward.” you say as you laugh.

Over dinner, your father admits that he’s fond of the relationship that you created with Bella Swan.

“Yeah. I got to meet her friends.” you tell him as you pick up a vegetable with your fork.

“From her school?” he asks.

“Nah, from the rez.” you tell him.

“Oh. Charlie told me he goes there from time to time to go fishing.” he mused.

“I um…Also have a date.” you say.

Your father sets his fork down and you look to him.

“We just moved here, Y/N. I’m not letting anyone take advantage of you.” he says firmly.

“He’s not going to take advantage of me. He was the only guy not to hound me and…I appreciate that.” you say looking down.

“You know I’m meeting this kid, right?” he says to you and you nod once. You both go back to eating.

You sat on the steps of your home with your phone in your hand. You were a bit nervous as the time ticked down for Paul to pick you up.

The doorbell is heard at the door and your father comes out of nowhere and opens the door.

Your father puts on his buisness voice as he looks at the young man who has plucked flowers in his hand.

Your father shook his hand and introduced himself as your father. Paul introduced himself back and treated your father with respect.

Paul walks you to the car and opens the car door for you.

“Thank you.” you say in appreciation. He hands you the flowers and you accept them and tell him, “Thank you.”

You both sat at an intimate table, close to each other as both of your legs touch each other. You both are a bit leaned forward as you both got finished sharing a piece of cake.

The waiter comes with the check. Paul glares at him as the waiter gives you a smile and offers you a free drink.

“It’s on me.” he says.

“Thank you.” Paul says to him in a loud voice to get him to move along.

You look down to hide your laugh as the waiter seemed to be disappointed that he couldn’t talk to you anymore.

You look back up as the waiter is gone to see Paul with an annoyed look on his face. You caress his cheek, “It’s okay.” you coo to him with a smile.

“He clearly sees me on a date with you. So disrespectful.” he says but his soften face doesn’t match the rough tone in his voice.

“How can I make you feel better?” you ask him. You watch as he grins a little and leans forward a bit and you lean to meet his lips. He places a hand on your cheek as you both breathe each other in like oxygen.

“I’m scared. I can’t do it.” Bella says to you as she sits on your bed.

“Just do it. Rip it off like a bandaid.” you say as you grab your shoes from your closet.

“Do I do it after the movie or during?” she wonders and runs a hand through her hair due to nervousness.

You place a hand on hers, “When the time is right.”

You hear a honk and grab her hand, “That’s them.”

You guide her out of the house and Jacob’s car is in front of your home. Paul comes out of the passenger seat and chooses to sit in the back with you and you convince Bella to sit in the passenger seat.

You and Paul hold hands in the car. You and Paul hold hands when Jacob park in front of the movie theater.

Paul buys your ticket and you hear a whistle.

You look to the source and seen a man walking past, taking a good look at you.

“You should smile more.” he says to you as you don’t display a friendly demeanor. You hated being catcalled.

“And you should keep it moving.” Paul hissed at him and pulled you closer and steer you away.

You didn’t really care for the movie. You instead snake your hand into Paul’s hair as people screamed onscreen.

He turns his head to look at you and you pull him into a kiss. His tongue was your favorite movie. The best part was that you didn’t even have to open your eyes to watch it.

When the movie was over, you and Bella head off to the bathroom.

“Did you do it?” you ask her.

“I…I only kissed him on the cheek.” she says as she runs her hands over the water.

You look at her through the mirror, “Well. That’s a start.”

“I can’t just pop out with it, you know.” she says.

“Well, you gave him the green light to possibly ask you.” you tell her. She nods a bit to agree.

You come out and you decide to get a drink since you were thirsty.

The man behind the counter smiled extra wide as you tell him what drink you wanted to get.

You pull out your money as he hands you a self serve cup.

“Don’t worry about. Your beauty already paid for it.” he says to you. You still tell him thanks, even though you thought the statement was a bit corny.

“Do you come here often?” he then asks, not even bothering to be professional by leaning forward.

You open your mouth and you feel something around your waist as you hear Paul’s voice say, “Yeah. With me.”

The dirty look that Paul gives the man, makes him sober up. He backed off and walked away and you turn to him.

“You’re like my body guard.” you joke to him.

You rubbed your hand on his arm as he muttered, “I don’t mind protecting you from those idiots.”

Your father had gotten used to Paul being around more often.

So often, that he asked you one night, “You’re not hanging with Paul tonight? It’s Friday.”

“Nah. He has to work.” you tell your father, but you knew the real reason why.

Bella called you that next day, in a frenzy.

“Calm down, I can’t make out what you’re saying.” you speak to her on the phone.

She takes a breath before speaking again, “Okay. Jacob invited me to a bonfire and I really need you to come because I don’t want to go by myself in case this thing bomb on me. Please say you will go.”

“Fine. Fine. I’ll go.” you say to her and she tells you, “Good because I’m already on my way to your house.”

“Of course you are.” you say shaking your head in an amusement manner.

Paul didn’t expect you to come to the bonfire. So when you both saw each other, the hugs were big and so were the kisses.

As you were slumped next to him, hearing the deep timber of Jacob’s father’s voice, you got to be exposed into the history of their world.

As everyone mingled about after the stories, you look around as Jared pressed Paul about stealing the last burger.

Your eyes widened at the sight. You seen Jacob have his hand in Bella’s, but he was leaning down. Bella’s hand was close to his neck as she held him there and you smiled to yourself as you knew she would tell you all about it.

“What are you smiling about?” Paul asks you.

“I’m just happy.” you tell him and then put your hand in his and interlaced it with his.

[ghcstpyre]

tom ludlow x f!reader x jack traven

cw: jealous!tom, rookie!reader, cis female reader, implied age gap, alcohol consumption, one sided pining (or is it? oooo), nicknames for reader (rookie, kid), slight horniness, SFW.

word count: 3.6k

anon: Do you take requests? If yes, may I request a jealous Tom Ludlow drabble?

a/n: thank you so much for the request! I hope you don't mind that I made this a crossover, I couldn't resist including the other LAPD dreamboat 🤤 I know next to nothing about the way american police systems work so sorry for any mistakes or inaccuracies!

Tom's eyes were glued to you as you chatted away with a young man at the bar, perched daintily atop one of the rickety looking barstools. He was vaguely aware that Captain Briggs to his right was talking to him, something about a lethal cocktail he tried in a seedy bar during his holiday to Europe, but only half of his attention was paid to his colleague.

The bar was fairly crowded with groups of friends engulfing the tables, playing pool and sitting at the bar. The dim lights washed the room in a warm glow, the sound of blues music and laughter filled the space between the bodies and the faint smell of cigarettes could be smelled lightly wafting in from the entrance whenever anyone left or entered.

A few of the officers were out to celebrate the birthday of one of the guys from the bomb squad - Jake or Jace or something like that. Tom never really went out of his way to get friendly with the adrenaline junkies. Since his already weary heart was torn in two by Wander, he hadn't gone out of his way to get friendly with anyone.

Briggs being one of the exceptions of course. The scrawny, smug asshole was the only thing that stood between him and a lifetime of hell behind bars after his blood-soaked hunt for the monster behind Washington’s murder. Turns out that glueing your life back together after it crumbled around you in rapid succession really puts a spin on how you feel about a guy.

The only other exception was you. You, with your sparkling eyes, perfect smile, sunny disposition and pure, uncorrupted sense of justice. 

When the Captain introduced you as Tom's new partner, he wasn't so sure. You were young, fresh from the academy with the same childlike wonder shining in your eyes that he had when he was a rookie himself. He was old and tired and quite frankly he didn't have the patience for training the newbie. But you'd very quickly exceeded his insultingly low expectations, and if Tom was completely honest with himself, the two of you actually made a good team.

You were competent in the field, able to hold your own but also smart enough to know when to seek assistance. You listened to him, but also questioned him when you thought it necessary. Easily the biggest bonus was the fact you didn't mind the piles of paperwork that came after a bust; more than once Tom had been more than happy to slip away to get some real work done while you buried your pretty face into those dreaded stacks of dead tree. You threw yourself into it, much like you did with everything else that came with the job. 

And yet, even after witnessing some of the horrors that came with being a detective, still you shone brightly like a beacon of innocence and hope amongst the jaded and corrupt.

That is why Tom Ludlow began to fall for you. And god he hoped that light didn't burn out like his had done all those years ago.

“...om? Tom? Oi, Ludlow!”

One of Briggs’ boney hands waved in front of Tom's face, drawing the detective's attention away from you. Tom took a sip of his drink - whiskey, neat since he didn't have to try and cover up the stench of booze for once - and turned his head to look at Briggs who looked less than impressed.

“You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?” Briggs deadpanned.

Tom scoffed. “Sure I did. Something about cocktails and your titillating discovery of European prostitutes?”

The captain rolled his beady eyes. “Ha ha. Y'know, I think I prefer Vodka-Tom. He might be a sad sack, but at least he doesn't think himself a comedian.”

Tom barked out a short laugh. “Unfortunately for me there ain't a single version of you I like, James.”

Briggs grinned and the two men clinked their glasses together, enjoying their little bubble of solitude tucked away on a table in the corner while the younger officers joined in with the joyous din of the bar. A small reprieve from his longing for your attention, albeit brief. The Captain eventually excused himself to use the restroom and although Tom had tried to force his gaze to wander over the groups of people scattered around the bar, it always eventually ended up landing on you again. 

The little black dress you wore flattered you in all the right places and the black heels on your feet sent a thrill through his body. Your hair fell over your shoulders, washed and blow-dried to perfection and when he caught the rouge on your lips he swore his heart skipped a beat. He'd only ever seen you during work hours with your hair nearly pulled back, bare faced and donning your uniform. Always professional, always put together.

Tonight he was seeing you in a whole new light. While he was only watching you from afar, Tom could tell that you were a little tipsy and all smiles for the man sat on the barstool next to you. He watched, his jaw clenched as you laughed at something the man said, twirling your straw around in your glass before bringing the thin tube of plastic to your plush red lips to take a sip of your drink.

Tom couldn't get a good look at the man, but he could see that he was tall, broad and sporting a buzzcut and a badge hooked to his belt. Part of the bomb squad, Tom deduced, if his stature was anything to go by. A puff of air left Tom in a quiet huff and he shifted in his seat, sipping from his drink again while he tried to get a better look at you and the man he’d already decided he didn't like.

The detective had only decided to show his face tonight because you'd mentioned you were going. He didn't know how you knew the birthday boy, but he'd be damned if he missed an opportunity to see you and spend time with you outside the precinct. Obviously he'd dragged Briggs along as his plus one; there was no way in hell he was suffering through any sort of bomb squad party without a friend there to kill time with.

Besides, it was an open invitation party which was as good an excuse as any to bump into you.

Mr Buzzcut eventually left to meander his way through the crowd over to the retro jukebox off to the side of the bar, leaving you sitting pretty on that shit barstool by yourself. Tom threw back the rest of his drink, wiped his mouth and decided to talk to you while Buzzcut wasn't hanging around.

As Tom weaved his way through the groups of drunken partygoers, he kept reminding himself that there was nothing wrong with an officer making conversation with his subordinate off duty. He might've been older than you - by quite the margin - but there was nothing out of the ordinary about two coworkers having a casual chat and a drink.

“Rookie.” Tom greeted you gruffly as he stepped up to the bar next to where you were perched.

You turned your head and looked up at him, still having to tilt your head up to meet his gaze despite being sat on a tall barstool. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you immediately sat up straighter upon realising who it was.

“Detective Ludlow! I didn't know you were here.” You half yelled, doing your best to be heard over the din of the bar and not slur your words at the same time. “If I had I would've found you sooner to say hello, Sir.”

Tom huffed in amusement and waved one of his large hands dismissively, his other arm resting atop the bar from his elbow. “Don't worry about it. And we're off duty, no need to be so formal, kid.”

You smiled and he noticed the way the tension in your shoulders began to unwind, no longer sitting straight as an arrow. “Alright then, Tom, what are you doing here?” You asked, angling your body to fully face him and cross one long leg over the other. It took all of Tom's strength to not follow the movement of your leg with his eyes. Hearing you call him by his name did things to him that certainly weren't appropriate for the relationship he had with you. “Didn't think you were that fond of the bomb squad.”

“Oh yeah? What gave it away?” He grinned, a curious eyebrow raised.

You tapped your index finger against your chin in mock thought and cocked your head to the side. “Hmm I don't know, maybe the constant grumbling whenever any of them enter our office? The sarcastic comments? The general hostility?” Your pretty face scrunched into a comical scowl and you puffed out your chest in an attempt to impersonate him. If it was anyone else Tom would tell them to fuck off, but coming from you it was just downright adorable.

The corners of Tom's brown eyes crinkled into crow’s feet  as he smiled and laughed, a deep baritone sound rumbling from his chest. He shifted his stance, inching a little closer to you and leaning his weight onto one hip. You could smell the notes of his cologne drifting towards you and maybe it was because you were a little drunk, but you couldn't help but notice how good he smelled – and how good he looked.

He wasn't wearing anything fancy, just a black t-shirt, dark blue jeans and a pair of brown ankle boots. But his t-shirt was tight enough that it stretched across his broad chest and strained around his thick biceps. The heavy silver buckle on his belt did things to your insides (you'd already seen the way Tom could handle a belt once before and the fire it lit beneath your skin had you wanting to see him do it again) and his denim jeans hugged his long legs in all the right places. The Cuban-esque heels on his boots were the cherry on the cake; he looked absolutely delicious.

You were definitely drunk, you told yourself, because you found yourself wanting to get closer to Tom so you could get a whiff of that cologne at least once more. After sucking up the last of your drink through the straw in your glass you hopped down off the rickety barstool to stand next to Tom.

As your heels touched the wooden floorboards you wobbled drunkenly and stumbled forward, right into Tom. He seemed to anticipate it however, and reacted quick enough to catch you before you face planted right into his chest – not that he would've minded it if you had done. The arm that wasn't resting on the bar wrapped around your waist to hold you firmly against his body while you regained your footing.

“Easy there, rookie.” Tom murmured, his voice a deep, pleasant rumble.

It was the first time you'd been this physically close to eachother in a situation that didn't involve any sort of danger. You felt secure in his strong hold and as you looked up to meet his gaze from beneath your lashes, you couldn't quite place the look on his face. 

You could feel heat rising to your cheeks. Before you could say anything, Tom exhaled and let his arm loosen around you. His hand, however, stayed resting protectively - almost possessively - on your lower back as you took a small step back, still staying close enough to smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body.

“S-sorry,” Though you were apologising your lips still curved up into a smile. “I turn into a clutz when I've had a few.”

Tom returned your smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling once more. “It would seem so. Better be careful or you'll end up clinging to your superior officer all night.”

You could've sworn there was a suggestive tinge to his voice, but you chalked it up to the booze swimming throughout your system. Tom's smile only widened when you didn't blanche or recoil away and instead inched closer to him, close enough that you were practically tucked against his side.

“Oh no,” You faked a swoon, dramatically pressing the back of your hand against your forehead and leaning your full weight against him. “I’d get a big strong man looking after me and you'd get a hot young woman on your arm all night – what a predicament!”

Tom barked out another laugh, the rare sound flooding your chest with warmth.

Big strong man, huh? He thought.

“Jesus kid, you are drunk. Think you've got room for another?” The hand that rested on your lower back slid upwards to curl around your bare shoulder and give it an affectionate squeeze.

It was difficult for him to ignore just how soft your skin felt beneath his rough, calloused hand, and how perfectly you slotted against his side. Tom was already committing the curves of your body to memory.

“Hell yeah I do.” You grinned up at him and he signalled to the bartender with his free hand to order drinks for the two of you.

Once Tom had paid for your drinks you perched yourself on the barstool again with him relinquishing his hold on you and following suit. You scooted your seat closer to him under the guise of wanting to hear him better over the noisy patrons as you chatted and sipped on your booze. If he saw through the lie he said nothing, though you didn't miss the way his pupils dilated, swallowing the warm brown hue of his irises when your ankle rubbed against his leg as you crossed one over the other.

The rest of the bar seemed to fade away, all of your attention on the man in front of you. It was as if all of the voices, laughter and music around you had been turned down to volume 0 and the visuals shifted out of focus until they blurred. You didn't even realise the music change from a bluesy number to ABBA. How had you never noticed how handsome, how charming Tom was before? 

You weren't even sure you could blame it on the beer goggles anymore.

It was someone else's hand on the small of your back that pulled you back to reality. You watched as Tom's eyes narrowed at whoever had interrupted the two of you and for a moment you thought it was some creep trying to cop a feel. But when you turned your head to look at the owner of said hand, you immediately relaxed.

“Jack!” The upbeat notes of ABBA’s ‘Dancing Queen’ finally reached your ears. “Welcome back birthday boy. Did you put this one on?”

Jack flashed you a dazzling grin of pride, seemingly completely unaware of Tom's existence on the stool next to you despite the glare being shot his way. “Hell yeah I did. Do I get the star detective’s seal of approval?”

The sleeves of his loose-fitting faded flannel shirt were rolled up to the elbow, showing off his toned, bronzed forearms and he'd neglected to button up the first two buttons at the top, exposing just enough of his chest to make you want to rip open the rest. His light blue jeans and white sneakers had him sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the blacks and browns of the other patrons.

Your ankle retracted from Tom's leg and you laughed. That sweet sound would've been music to Tom's ears had it been directed at anyone other than that cocky prick. The grip he had on his drink tightened, enough that his knuckles began to turn white.

“Absolutely you do, I love this song!” 

You were all smiles and rosy cheeks for this guy and it was taking all of Tom's willpower not to butt in and put this boy in his place. He'd had a few run-ins with Jack Traven in the past when their cases crossed over and needless to say, the two of them did not get along. Tom respected Jack for his heroics on that bus with the bomb; it was rare to find someone else with the balls and grit to say fuck it to the endless red tape and just get shit done, but that was where his like for Traven began and ended.

“Really?” Tom piped up, casually sipping on his drink, reclaiming your attention and gaining Traven’s. “You like this kinda stuff?”

Tom's gaze dropped to your lips as you playfully rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him. He knew for a fact he'd be thinking about the cute shade of pink of your tongue while he laid in bed later in the night, trying not to think of you at all.

“Tom, this is Jack from the SWAT team. Jack, this is Tom, my partner in crime. Or law? I guess?” You said, not clocking the obvious tension between the two men either side of you.

The attractive, charming SWAT member who flirted with you whenever he needed to stop by your office, and your hot, older superior officer who smelled amazing and made you think extremely inappropriate thoughts. You just knew you were going to have some very interesting dreams about this later.

“Yeah, we've met.” Jack's voice didn't hold as much charm now that it was directed at Tom and his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. The detective simply nodded in acknowledgement. “How's Briggs doing? You still keeping his desk piled high with paperwork thanks to your…heroics?”

You raised a freshly plucked brow at Jack, then turned to Tom. The older man’s poker face didn't crack, completely unphased by Jack's obvious passive aggression. “How's Annie?”

You could feel Jack's hand on your lower back stiffen.

“You guys were pretty loved up after that train popped up from the ground. Must be an intense kinda girl.” Tom continued, bringing his glass to his lips once again, nonchalant to the core.

Jack removed his hand from you and stood up to his full height. He couldn't have been much shorter than Tom, maybe by a couple of inches. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and while the two men were busy doing their best to be subtle about their peacocking in front of you, you were slurping your drink through your straw and trying to process the possibility of Jack already having a girlfriend.

“We broke up. Thanks for opening up that wound, old man.” 

Old man. Tom grinned and huffed in amusement, knowing he'd hit a nerve. “Ah c'mon champ, the wound can't be that bad. I could've sworn I saw you in here with a different girl not too long ago. Y'know, curly hair? Hoop earrings?”

Jack's thick eyebrows pulled down in a frown and he puffed out his chest beneath his folded arms. “Are you jealous? What's your problem?”

“I just don't want a womaniser like you sniffing around my rookie. So why don't you be a good SWAT hound and sniff somewhere else?” 

Tom spoke in a possessive growl. If you weren't several drinks deep you'd be embarrassed by the heat pooling between your thighs at the detective calling you his. You were about to pipe up and attempt some drunken damage control, but Jack was stepping around you and up to Tom before you could say anything.

The detective slid off his chair to stand to his full height the moment Jack was close enough for the toes of their shoes to touch. He leered over the younger man, eyes narrowed in fury, daring him to try it.

“You wanna say that again old man?” Jack spat, his words dripping from his tongue like venom. “Why’re you acting like some jealous boyfriend over a girl half your age anyway?”

Tom's fists were balled up so tight his knuckles had turned white. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene right in front of you – he was older and knew better – but goddamn if he wasn't tempted to clock this insufferable prick right in his jaw to teach him a lesson and shut him the hell up.

“She's your subordinate too, right? Maybe I should pay Briggs a visit, I'm sure he'd love to hear about this little abuse of power.”

“Okay!” You put your now-empty glass down on the bar with a forceful clunk and hopped down from your perch to grab the sleeve of Jack's flannel shirt and pull him back so you could stand between the two peacocking men. Luckily for you, Jack allowed you to move him, the tension building up within his muscles immediately easing off at your touch.

The fact that you'd gone for Jack and not him only riled Tom up further. But, for your sake, he inhaled deeply and let out a long, slow exhale through his nose, forcing himself to simmer down as he watched you turn to the younger man and place those dainty little hands of yours on his chest.

“You, birthday boy, are missing out on Dancing Queen and still owe me a dance, and you–” You removed a hand from Jack to jab a finger into Tom's chest. “--Sir, need to rescue Captain Briggs from that very drunk woman over there.”

Tom's intense gaze flicked down to where your finger lingered on him a little too long, then to your pretty eyes before finally turning around to see that, yup, his friend had been cornered by an extremely inebriated woman on his way out of the bathroom. She was practically hanging off him with her arms around his neck whilst the much skinnier man desperately tried to point out the wedding ring on his boney finger.

Both you and Jack had to do your best not to laugh, stifling your giggles behind your hands as Tom deflated like a balloon in front of your eyes. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” He groaned, his altercation with Traven immediately forgotten as he stomped over to rescue Briggs. Your gaze lingered on the older man as his long legs ate up the space between him and the Captain, leaving you with Jack who was already taking your hand in his and tugging you towards the dancefloor.

With a roll of your eyes you allowed yourself to be dragged away by the handsome young man, despite the urge to follow after Tom like a little lost lamb. Jack held both of your hands as the two of you began to move and sway enthusiastically along to the upbeat tune of ABBA.

When Tom had finally managed to untangle the drunken woman from Briggs without flashing his badge, he couldn't help the way his heart sank in his chest at the sight of you cosied up to Traven on the dancefloor. If he thought about it hard enough he could still feel the curves of your body pressed against his side, all soft and supple and goddamn delicious to the point where he almost ached with the desire to map out those dips and swells with his hands, lips and tongue.

“Let's get outta here.” He grunted, forcing himself to look away from you before the urge to start drinking vodka crept up on him.

“Already? You still owe me a drink.” Briggs complained.

Tom didn't bother replying, already making a beeline for the exit, his eyes focused straight ahead on the squeaky double doors to avoid seeing the way Jack's hands moved to your hips to pull you against him.

What he didn't see was your pretty head turning to watch him leave.

[mariacrow]

Hello there!!! I was wondering if perhaps you could do either Cybertronian seeker or human reader that is female and she (you could change it to gender neutral) where she is from the TFP universe and ended up in Bayverse and she TFP’s Optimus’ lover and she spends time with the bots (all of them survived they didn't die) and she has grown close to the humans. She also has been treating Bay Optimus in a very similar way that she treats her Optimus but the thing is she has trouble telling him that they are sparkmates or married in TFP. Therefore, when a conversation arrises amongst the bots in a meeting with Simmons, Galloway and Mearing, asking about her joruney here, it ends up slipping she is in love with Optimus and ends up explaining they're conjuxed... I wonder how the other bots will react and how Optimus would be and the humans? 😭 I love your writing and thank you! Bonus if it's hinted throughout that she was taken when Sideswipe tried flirting with her but it didn't stick.

That’s so creative! I think I know how to make this spicy ;)

BTF x TFP reader who’s Optimus’s lover and ends up in Bayverse

2nd person

female reader

malfunctions, drama, crossovers

romance, flirting, realization, last goodbyes

abbreviations: BTF = Bayverse Transformers; TFP = Transformers Prime

takes place in Transformers Prime AU where everyone lives and is protecting Earth

takes place in Transformers: Dark of the Moon AU where Ironhide and Jazz are alive

added characters: Simmons, Galloway and Mearing

“Stay safe.” Optimus said to you while holding you in his servos. He softly smiled as he brought you closer to his face.

“Don’t worry boss, I will!” you joked as you gave him a hug. You gave his face plate soft kiss, right under his optic, making his spark lit up.

A low hum escaped his chest as he gently stroked your head.

“Are you two done?” Ratchet say enviously, holding the ground bridge ready.

Optimus gently placed you on the ground. You rolled your eyes at Ratchet and chuckled as you walked to the ground bridge

“Someone’s jealous-“ Bulkhead said.

“I AM NOT- would you stop with that?!” Ratchet shouted, making everyone have a good laugh. Optimus didn’t budge though, he was looking at you, your beautiful smile and beautiful figure.

“See ya guys!” you said before you gave Optimus a special little wave before stepping into the portal. Optimus gave a cute little wave back as a tiny smile couldn’t leave his face. So wholesome!

You went farther inside, ready to go home, to Washington DC. Ratchet had everything ready and didn’t think anything could go wrong, no one thought. But oh… they had no idea…

Suddenly the ground bridge started making weird high frequency pulsing noises that were getting louder and faster. A sudden force, like stronger gravity, pushed you down onto your knees. You were groaning, holding your ears shut.

“RATCHET!!!” you exclaimed, trying to get up but the force was getting stronger as well as the noises.

Mass panic took over the base. They could hear you yelling.

“Ratchet, bring her back!” Optimus yelled. It’s odd to hear him yell like that which means he was extremely scared…

“I am trying, Optimus!” the medic panicked while desperately trying to fix whatever happened with the portal.

“Hurry up!!!” Miko yelled. She was scared she was gonna lose her bestie… “Guys! It’s changing colors!!!”

The ground bridge was now blue. Ratchet has never dealt with something like this. They kept hearing you begging for help. Then suddenly…

The portal aggressively closed, almost like an explosion, making the whole base shake. Everything went quiet. Ratchet tried turning it on again but it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh no…” the medic said. He frantically tried tracking you, looking all over the globe but… no signs…

Sorrow and fear were all over Prime’s face. He felt his spark ache.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean “oh no”???” Jake panicked.

“I-I don’t think she’s coming back…” Rafael said.

Bumblebee buzzed in fear, Arcee was asking questions as well as Bulkhead.

“She’s not in this dimension anymore…” Ratchet barely mouthed those words, trying to think of how to bring you back but… that’s gonna be a very difficult and long process…

“There must be a way!” Optimus said.

“There is..” the medic continued, “but Optimus.. this has never happened before… It might take days.. weeks.. months..”

“MONTHS???” Miko shouted.

“I-I just need to concentrate, alright!? I can fix this! I can fix this…” Ratchet tried to settle down and not lose hope.

Optimus was at loss of words… His lover, his sparkling… Gone. No one knows where, no one knows how. Everyone was flabbergasted, trying to think of any possible answer how this could happen…

“One way or another… we shall bring her back…” Optimus said. He lost everything already… he can’t lose you as well…

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<> Washington DC, Bayverse <>

You found yourself in an alley in the center of DC. Getting up with a headache, you tried your best to scan your surroundings. You went forward to the main street, looking around.

“Looks like DC alright” you thought as you made your way to the right, heading home while thinking what the hell happened to the ground bridge.

Suddenly you heard a rumbling engine approaching, revving as the car slowed down, driving next to you at your speed. You looked to your left to see a metallic Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. Stunning. You chuckled to yourself and rolled your eyes, continuing to walk as you ignored whoever was in the car, thinking it’s just a guy trying to win you with his expensive car. IF there was anyone in the car…

You heard a seductive whistle, “Ey what’s up sweetheart~? Care for a ride~?” as the door opened.

“No, thanks.” you said, not even looking at the car.

“Oh come on cutie, it’s rude to reject a car like me~”

A car… like “me”? You heard that one before, Smokescreen has the same way of picking up girls. That made you look. You saw there’s no one at the driver’s seat. You stopped in your tracks… Putting 2 and 2 together…

“Sideswipe at your service, m’lady~”

All of the autobots should know you and you should know them hence they know Optimus. You realized the ground bridge’s malfunction meant yeeting you to a whole another dimension… In your case, some kind of a parallel universe. You decided to keep yourself together and act cool. You needed to investigate all this. And this certainly isn’t the time to tell a random autobot who are you and what is actually happening.

You took a deep breath and smiled, “Alright though guy~” you said as you got in. He closed the door for you and drove off.

“M-m-m~ Wait till you meet my crew~ They’re gonna be sooo jealous~ What’s your name beautiful~?”

“Hey, I’m not here for you to show off.”

“Well then, I’m here for YOU to show off~” he chuckled, his beauty breaking people’s neck.

He made you hide a giggle, “I’m Y/N. And what about that.. crew you mentioned?” carefully choosing your words, trying to meet your surroundings.

“You haven’t heard about my crew? We saved your planet more than once! And we’re still protecting it.”

“O-oh yeah! Yeah I know, of course, pft! Our heroes. But uhm.. what are the names of your teammates, I was never really able to memorize all.” act cool, act cool.

“Ah well there’s Ironhide, weapon specialist, he’s a stubborn fella. Then there’s Ratchet, the medic,”

“Ratchet…” you thought.

“Jazz, Dino, Bumblebee- you probably heard of Bumblebee, that sucker got real famous.” your heart skipped a beat when you heard “Bumblebee”…

“And, of course, our leader, Optimus Prime~” he said that with pride.

This confirmed your theory that you’re in an alternative universe… You acted cool and chill, excited to meet them all. Deep down you were hella nervous… Some hope bloomed inside of you, considering there’s at least 3 autobots you already know.

…

The moment Sideswipe drove you into the base, you couldn’t stop looking around. So many cars and… people…

“So they managed to take advantage of them here huh… What a disgusting species we are…”

“I brought company!” Sideswipe transformed and said happily.

“Sideswipe, how many times do we need to tell you to stop bringing females into the base!?” Ratchet shouted, in his bot form, working on something with humans.

“Oh come oh man, look at her! How can you say no to such a cute faaace~?” he was gently pinching your cheek.

“Ow- ow ow ow! Sideswipe!” you laughed, trying to push his servo away.

“This is not a party garage, this is a base! Take your urges elsewhere.” Ratchet scolded Sideswipe.

A giant truck with Optimus’s colors caught your eye real good… Suddenly, he transformed, approaching you and Sideswipe as the ground shook a little with each step he took. He was ready to shoo both of you out but then he made eye contact with you…

Your eyes locked in his optics and vice versa… He slowly stopped in his tracks as he frowned and as his optics widened… You looked extremely familiar. Too familiar… As if he was getting flashbacks of something he never even knew he experienced. He felt like he knows you. His spark warmed at the sight of you… He slowly lined up with you, putting his knee on the ground.

“Do I know you, girl?” he asked.

“I.. uh..” you could barely speak, you felt waves of adrenaline strike your body, “Perhaps, sir… M-maybe I just remind you of someone.” you awkwardly chuckled.

He hummed and straightened. Confused and suspicious, he walked to the platform where Galloway and Mearing were working with Ratchet.

“Let her stay. She has valuable information.” he lied. For the first time in his life he lied… There’s something special about you he needs to confirm…

…

It’s been weeks. Months. You got closer with everyone, Sam even. You were an important member of the crew now. Everyone was surprised by your Cybertronian tech knowledge that Ratchet passed onto you back in the base in Jasper…

Optimus and you got extremely close as well. You treated him with kindness. Not just any kindness. You didn’t only have high respect for him as a leader, you were ready to lie down your life for him and vice versa… It seemed as if he became your guardian in this universe too…

He let you climb his shoulder, have relaxing rides with him, stay up late, watch the sky and discuss about endless subjects… He wouldn’t take his optics off of you. Scanning your beautiful face whenever he had a chance, trying to find you in his memory but his recognition system was not responding positively…

…

One day…

“I need a group meeting, ASAP!” Mearing commanded, walking into the base furiously as her assistant, Galloway and Simmons were barely catching up to her.

“A-are you sure, ma’am?” Galloway said.

“Yes, I am sure! And don’t call me “ma’am”. I am not a “ma’am” “ she said while going through all of her purses.

“I knew there’s something odd about her- I just knew it! Optimus told us he feels as if he knows her- and now the big guy is in love!” Simmons said like the alien nerd he is.

“Please, do not say that, it’s disgusting.” Mearing said while going up the platform.

“How would they have intercourse anyway- it’s impossible!” Simmons continued.

“Shut up, agent.” Mearing said before quickly organizing a meeting.

…

And there you were, sitting along with everyone while all the autobots stood there.

“WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU GET HERE-“ Simmons started.

“Agent. Let’s stay calm.” Galloway said.

Simmons sat down, rubbing his face, biting his nails and bouncing his leg.

You looked at Optimus. “You told them..?”

“Y/N, please understand that I had to. There’s something strangely odd going on. I feel like my system had deleted you from my memory… but I can still feel like I know you.”

“We’ve checked your ID, tried tracking you, your home, family… We couldn’t find anything. You’re not in the system.” Mearing said. “So where do you come from? Are you even human? Who sent you?”

All of this was getting you extremely nervous. You sat there, occupied with questions and so many glares…

“Okay…” you took a deep breath, “okay. I will explain. No one sent me, let’s start with that. It was all an accident… Apparently I come from a parallel universe where the Cybertronian war was also brought. And no I’m not talking about another planet, I’m talking about Earth- like a- a mirror! But with some minor changes. There’s an autobot base in Jasper, Nevada where I’m with my three other human friends and the crew… There’s Bumblebee and Ratchet and Arcee and Bulkhead a-and… You, Optimus…”

The whole base was silent… They couldn’t believe what they were hearing… Optimus walked closed to you, listening carefully.

“I moved to Washington DC recently and we’re using something called a ground bridge to teleport where we need to. When I wanted to go back home, the portal started malfunctioning and… here I am, I guess…”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE-“ Simmons again.

“Agent, let her finish.” Optimus said calmly.

“Because I… I don’t know! Okay!? I was scared! I was hoping they would get it fixed in a few days so I could just leave with a status of Sideswipe’s ex girlfriend or something but…” you exhaled in frustration, “It’s been months… Who knows if they’re gonna get it fixed at all… That’s why I wanted to analyze everything you have here and see if I can ask for ANY help…”

Mearing and Galloway were aggravated while Simmons was like “I TOLD YOU SO!!!”. Ratchet was trying to calculate everything in his head while everyone else was just speechless.

“That’s why I was feeling this way since we met…” Optimus said.

“Yes… and probably because.. we have something special going on where I come from…” you said with a tiny smile.

A deep hum rumbled in his chest, “Special…” he also smiled a little.

“Aw man, there goes my girlfriend!” Sideswipe said. He made Dino and Bumblebee laugh.

“You’ll find a chick.” Ironhide nudged him, “There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

“How do we get you back?” Ratchet asked.

“The only thing I can think of is that we somehow make contact with them. I have the coordinates but we will definitely need more than just that…”

“Hm… yes.. yes. I think we can-“ Ratchet got interrupted

“Or maybe she can stay.” by Jazz who now got all of the eyes on him in silence, “…Just- just a suggestion-“

“As much as I would love for Y/N to stay with us, we need to think about her safety. We must get her home.” Optimus started, “She is not safe with us. As similar as her life might be here, she belongs in the universe she came from.”

“Agreed! Agreed.” Galloway interrupted, “If we manage to make this portal, it would mean a huge step for humanity!! Do you realize how much we could do with it!? We could-“

“With all due respect,” Optimus interrupted him back, “this is not the time to speak about the advantages humans can take from this.” irritated by him.

Ratchet and some other autobots were already working on the ground bridge.

“Y/N.” Optimus leaned closer to you, “It is very difficult for me to say goodbye…”

“I know… It was nice while it lasted…”

“I hope I treat you the same way in every universe our paths cross… I hope you will keep warming up my spark back home.” Optimus said softly, quietly talking to you.

“I will… I promise…” you got emotional, stepping closer, hugging his face plate… Your heart aching, you were torn apart between two universes… But you knew none of this is right. You need to get back.

You made him smile, his optics spinning and expanding before closing as he sunk into your tender touch…

“I will forever remember you, Y/N… Now it is time for you to go home, my love…”

Well this ended up being longer than I thought lmao and way more emotional

Dividers belong to @patches-1105 ❣️

[spoonsandtunes]

Double Date

Pairings: Jacob Black x Reader

A/N: Love confessions are the best thing to ever enter the literary scene. I'm only about half way through reading New Moon, which is very Jacob oriented, so i tried my hand at some Jacob fluff. Unfortunately, i can't write actual yearning for the life of me, and nothing i ever write is as poetic as i want to convey or give off without like 30 years of festering and thinking. But, i just know that once i read Midnight Sun i'll be writing the most horrifically heart wrenching Edward fic known to human existence. But that will take a hot minute- probably a couple months. So, in the mean time, enjoy my attempt at a shitty love confession with Jake.

Word count: 3.4K

It wasn't often that the small town of Forks, Washington got something as big as a travelling carnival to stop in town for the weekend. But, the state was on the west coast and that meant that the town was lucky enough to be included in the new West Coast Fair that made its way along the coast line.

It was big news, every day of the weekend the fair was set up, it was just as crowded as the last. Family's with small children and tiny pets flooded the gates during the sun light hours, and as the sun began to set and the moon replaced it, the fair would turn on their blue and purple fairy lights strung from lamp post to lamp post and cater their attractions to the more mature audience, thus making the teenagers and troublesome youth appear.

You and your friends were no different, and you were so happy something fun was happening in your usual boring town. At least to everyone else it was boring, for you it was the most thrilling place on the planet, filled with werewolf's and vampires battling to the death.

Jacob had been busy with god knows what when the fair first set up, so you went with your friends instead. But even before, he showed no real interest in the fair. He was too occupied with patrolling the boundaries of Quileute land and whatever the Cullen family had done that week. 

So, when he brought up the idea of going on the last day the carnival was in Forks, you were surprised. Of course that surprise soon replaced itself with a hollow ache and disappointment when you realized the real reason for Jacobs sudden interest in the fair.

That interest walked in the form of a petite pale girl and her tall muscular vampire boyfriend a few meters ahead of you.

You had never had a boyfriend before, and, if someone were to ask you if it was because of the lack of male attention you got growing up or because you were such a hopeless romantic that was waiting out for "the one", you really didn't know. But for peace of mind, you tried not to think about how your face was a bit rounder then the next, or how your legs were too short and fingers too stubby. 

Nevertheless, you did feel that the waiting and the yearning paid off in the end. Because now not only did you have a 6'7 superhuman shapeshifter boyfriend, but you were his imprint, and you knew that in the long run - you were always going to mean more to him then an old fling. 

You shared a lot with Jacob, at least on your part. First love, first kiss, first time. It meant a lot to you, even if he experienced things before you. He never rushed you, at least he tried not to. but just like you, Jake was only human - shapeshifter or not.

  As someone who was never asked to prom, or been approached at a bar or on the street, you spent most of your days thinking of the things that were yet to come. Amazing first dates you wanted to experience, and matching outfits you would buy with your future boyfriend. Out of everything ever imagined, double dates had always seemed like a dream so out of reach. When Jacob and you finally got together, your friends were either not in relationships or Jake never wanted to go. All in all, the timing just never seemed to a line. 

But you use to dream about them. Dream about having a boyfriend who was so madly in love with you, someone who practically had their fingers in the folds of your brain, who understood every movement and every word you said. This would be the person who would break bread with your family and show you off to their friends, it would be right out of a fairy tail. 

Of course though, Hollywood makes love seem so magical compared to what it really was. A real juxtaposition. And unfortunately for you, you found that out sooner than later. 

But you really couldn't complain, because Jacob treated you so well. Like you were a planet that he revolved around like a mesmerized moon. Never once harming you. And, he gave you what you always wanted the most, a double date. Even if it was with someone who made you feel just like an insecure middle school girl. 

When Jake and you got together, you didn't expect to feel so insecure about his past relationship with Bella. But for every first you were having with him, he already his-with her. 

That was the strange thing about imprints. If you looked at the big picture, Jacob didn't choose you. 

The elders in the council described it more like, Jacob was gifted you. The words were suppose to be meaningful, and bring comfort to the terror that imprinting on another has. Instead, they brough nothing but cold and hollowness to your situation. 

You wondered, if Jacob had not been practically forced to imprint on you by some greater force no one could really explain, would he still feel the way he does now? 

Maybe it was a stupid thought, but it was what plagued your mind whenever Jacob dragged you along to do some painfully stupid double date stuff with his best friend and her own off-putting boyfriend. And even if a part of you knew it was because he loved you - the thought of bringing you along being primarily out of guilt never failed to cross your mind.

He felt guilty for still being so unraveled and intertwined with a girl he once loved, guilty for not being able to let her go even when he had you right under his arm. Guilty for things that he said before he met you. Words that practically haunted you in your sleep. 

"I'm exactly right for you Bella. It would be as easy as breathing with me."

The words were said when he was practically on his death bed, saving Bella from yet another angered vampire clan, so you tried not to hold it against him. Even if every fiber in your being wanted too.

You had to admit, the situation was embarrassing. It ate at your core. The whole pack knew how infatuated Jacob was with Bella, and so when he had imprinted on someone other then her it was talk of the town.

Jacob would never admit it, but he was just as surprised as well.

So, here you were, tucked under Jakes arm, walking leisurely through the crowded grounds of the dimly light carnival. Even though you were pressed up against him, his large warm body enveloping you, his eye were trained ahead.

Following his gaze, you saw that he was practically staring daggers at the back of Edwards head. You sighed. "You didn't tell me Bella was going to be here," You tried to get the brooding hatred that rolled of of him like a wave in a tsunami to stop, but he barley spared you a glance when he responded. 

"Oh," he murmured, his eyes still trained ahead, shifting from Edward to Bella who mimicked the position you and Jacob were in. You didn't miss the way his eyes soften slightly. "Must have slipped my mind" Is all he said before going back to glare at Edward. 

The hatred between the two boys was absolutely ridiculous in your mind, but you refrained from saying anything. You knew that it would just be a fight waiting to happen, it usually was. When it came to vampires, no werewolf held any common sense. And besides, you supposed that Edward hated Jacob just as much, so maybe it was okay for him to stoop just as low as Edward did. 

Edward was someone who you just couldn't quiet put your finger on. He was an odd fellow, that's for sure, even if you took away the whole blood-sucking aspect. You wondered how he was able to act so content towards the fact that Jacob and Bella were still friends - you admired it honestly. 

That being said, Edward still treated Jacob like crap, but it came more from the werewolf hatred he fostered then from jealousy of his and Bella's friendship. And you assumed that by extension the hatred was directed towards you as well, but every time you were face to face with him, he seemed to look at you with pity etched deep within his amber eyes.

A reoccurring thought crossed your mind that maybe Edward was able to see your deep insecurity towards your own relationship that came from Jacobs past lover. 

Your steps faltered a bit, not enough for any normal person to notice, but of course  for Jacob it was easy. For the first time since you got to the carnival and met Edward and Bella at the doors, did he fully look down at you. His face was etched with a new found worry, and all traces of what distracted him before were washed away. "What's wrong?" he was quick to jump the gun, stopping your walk all together.

One thing that kept you grounded in your relationship was that no matter how much Jake let himself get distracted by things that were not you, when the mate bond tugged at his heart and told him something was wrong, he would drop everything and be so consumed in your being. As selfish as it made you out to be, these were the moments you craved. Where he let everything crumble around him and worry about nothing but your soul. 

These were the moments you wanted to rub in Bella's face.

But you couldn't, because she didn't do anything wrong. She had been Edwards since day one. No could get between them, and your insecurities were nothing but your own problem. 

Jacob treated you well, and Bella had been nothing but respectful of you and Jakes boundaries. Any issue you had was internal. 

Though this didn't stop you from just shrugging at Jacobs question, and stepping back unconsciously to create some distance between you two, so you could look up at his face. He looked unconvinced. "Are you hungry? Do you wanna get something to eat?" He asked, and your heart melted more when he spoke with no hint of annoyance or impatientness. 

"Everything's so expensive here," You mumbled and looked around at the never ending amount of over priced food trucks. 

Jacob smiled slightly and puffed out his chest, "You don't have to worry about that," He grab you by your shoulders and spun you towards a food truck that had large green cursive writing on its side and blown out pictures of authentic Mexican street food. "Come on." He ushed you over to the line, claiming a spot. 

You couldn't help but look over your shoulder to the shadows of the couple you were with that seemed to continuously  shrink as they walked on, unaware that you and Jacob took a pit stop. "They'll be fine" Jacob claimed confidently, as he noticed your lingering gaze. He instinctively put a hand on the small of you back and stepped up in line. 

The line for the taco truck moved quicker then expected, and soon you and Jacob were tucked away from prying eyes. He led you behind the row of vans and into a small grassy patch where only a lone picnic bench stood surrounded by dark brooding teenage boys who wore too much eyeliner and had electric coloured hair. 

They didn't seem much younger then and you and Jake, and from the smells that radiated off of them it was evident that they were smoking pot. But neither you or Jacob cared, too in your own world to pay mind to the baked teens across the lot. 

Jacob had leaned you against the cool aluminum of one of the closed food trucks, and he stood so close that his towering body cast a shadow over you that engulfed your figure. The moon was high in the sky now, and the only light that allowed for you to make out Jacobs soft features was the dimly light street lamp that sat not too far away from you.

You stood with both your feet in-between his wide stance, as he grinned down at you, watching you chew the taco "Good?" His voice was huskily, and he watched you with udder admiration in his eyes. He could feel the mate bond twist his gut into a tangled knot. Being this close to you made him want to vomit in pure excitement. He wasn't sure if that analogy was correct, but it was the only thing that seemed right. 

You just nodded, and swallowed down the heavy food. It stuck to the back of your throat for a moment, and you didn't know if it was because of how big of a bite you took or because of the ache that settled in your heart. Your lack of response made Jacob's own heart lurch forward, as if it was trying to escape from his chest cavity and jump into your hands. "Come on, what's wrong?" He pleaded.

You wondered if you should say anything. Edward and Bella where long gone, in their own world; forgotten. But that still didn't dull the feelings swirling in your gut. "I just-" You started then sighed. "I was surprised when you said you wanted to go to the fair. I just- I didn't know Bella and Edward were going to be here." You avoided eye contact at all costs. The smell of weed was starting to become suffocating. 

Jacob's shoulder tensed for a moment before slumping, but even then he was still looming over you. "I'm sorry," He began, and you knew he meant it. "She said she wanted to go and...I knew you had also wanted too" He whispered out. 

"You didn't want to go before." You deadpanned. 

The thing about Jacob was that he knew he hit the jackpot when he imprinted on you. A kind, beautiful soul, with no urge to harm anything. But Jacob was a spiteful man, cocky and more often then not hotheaded. This consist pursuit for Bella never died down, he vowed to himself to have her at least once, and when he met you- well sure he didn't like Bella that way anymore, but he was stubborn. And he knew that the on going pursuit, even after imprinting, was to get under a vampires skin more then anything else. 

Sometimes though, he himself wished that he could just let things go as easily as they come.

Maybe this time he could though. 

If it was going to affect his mate, to where he felt the tension and pull of the mate bond, then he knew it was time for him to let go of his pride and ego. "I'm sorry Y/N," He straightening his shoulders again. "look at me." You dragged your eyes up off your taco and met his burning gaze. "No more Bella. okay? I'm serious. I'm done." He brought his hand down and placed them high up on your hips by the waist band of your pants.

"Jake-" You said, almost embarrassed that he was able to detect what was eating away at your core all night.

"No I'm serious," He said huskily, and he brought down his head to rest on yours. "You are actually my everything. When-" He swallowed thickly. "When we are together- I feel sick to my stomach with how in love with you I am. No one has had that kind of control over me-" His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were widened slightly, the words tumbled from his mouth before he could even process them. "Its terrifying. when were part...it's like I'm floating outside of my body looking down on myself. Nothing-Nothing makes sense, until I'm," He stuttered, as his hands moved up underneath your shirt. Jacob rested his hot hands on your waist, drawing small circles with this thumbs on your bare skin. "Until I'm with you. You ground me in ways i actually....." He trailed off, and you felt his hands start to shake under your shirt. Goose bumps erupted on your skin as you practically felt Jacob hold back a transformation.  A thought crossed your mind that maybe he was angry with the confession, but you supposed that any intense emotion could bring out his wolf side. He lifted his head off of yours and looked down, right into your eyes. Jakes eyes seemed to be a shade darker then usual, and you didn't know if it was actually that or just a trick of the light; or lack there of. 

"There is not a soul in this world I would not destroy for you." He hissed out.

The food in your hands were long forgotten, and every now and then during his speech did you need to consciously remind your fingers to tighten there grip so it didn't fall all over you and Jacobs shoes.

This was practically the one and only love confession Jacob had ever given you. 

In an instant the hollow feeling in your heart filled, and you could swallow your food without it feeling like a million shards of glass. You reached up with one hand and cupped his face, his eyes instantly closing and his breathe evening out. "Jake, Jake, Jake..." You sighed out, and couldn't help but grin. "You could treat me like a fool, and I'd be okay with it. I am a fool for you Jacob Black. You could stab me in the back, and I'd still follow you around" Tears surfaced in your eyes, but they were gone in an instant when Jacob spotted them with his superhuman sight. 

He bent down and placed a heavy kiss on each of your eyes, drinking up the tears. "You can't be my fool if I'm yours" He grinned, and in an instant the brooding energy from earlier vanished into the pitch black sky. The speakers that blasted popular tunes scattered around the carnival seemed to be louder now, and you finally looked around your surroundings. 

The pot smoking teens were still loitering by the picnic table, some of them muttering things like 'get a room' while eyeing you and your boyfriend, but majority of them were too high to even notice your existence. The sky was pitch black, and you wondered what time it was. 

Jacob looked down at the now soggy taco in your hand. "You gonna eat that?" He asked, and you held it out to him, which he gladly accepted and took down in one ridiculously large bite. "Come on, lets go home" Jacob took a step back and held his handout, which you took eagerly and intertwined your fingers with his. 

He pulled you back out from behind the secluded grass patches and back into the bustling lanes of carnival games and live entertainment. Swinging your hands you both laughed and clung on to each other, Jacob once again consumed into every fiber of your being.

This time you didn't miss the way that Jacob didn't even glance at the pale couple that both seemed to be waiting for you at the exit of the fair. He couldn't pull his eyes away from you, he didn't want too. You were right in front of him, ranting and giggling and teasing him like you did every day- what more could he ever want?

Bella seemed to gawk, but neither of you cared, because it had finally clicked, Jacob was your imprint. No one else's, no matter how distracted he got, he always came home to you at the end of the day. A new found sense of self and confidence grew in you, pride radiating off your chest and a large smile on your face as Jacob tucked you under his arm and kissed the top of your head. 

And you knew, as you past by and caught Edwards eye, that he knew too. The pity that he once looked upon you with was replaced with admiration and pure happiness that everything seemed to work out. You smiled at him, as he took Bella's hand. She seemed to want to speak up, to call out to you both and merge back into one big group, but Edward whispered something in her ear that made her look surprised as he pulled her in the opposite direction of you and your boyfriend. Edward threw you a one last glance over his shoulder as Bella stumbled by his side, and you gave him a thankful smile.

The rest night was peaceful, your mind or steps or heart didn't falter once as Jacob took you back to his house. To you, Jacob made a promise, and you knew he was going to keep it. You were going to hold him too it.

[dannys-dream]

Invisible String - Jake Kiszka x f! Reader - Chaper One - Series

You’re just a small town girl who always had big dreams of living in Nashville. You hoped your music would get you out of your hometown, and your dreams were finally coming true. You knew you had your best friend, your music, and a new guitar to take you through the new life ahead of you. What you didn’t know was what and who this new adventure would bring you. Used to beach town life, could you adjust to the big city and the big names attached to it? 

Warnings : None this chapter :)

Authors Note : This is something I’ve had in the works for a little while now. I hope you enjoy this series. Please let me know if you have any suggestions, or if you’d like to be added to a tag list! <3

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You couldn’t believe it was actually happening. After years of coffee shop shows, bar performances, and the occasional birthday party or wedding, you were finally moving to Nashville. A dream since you were just a kid, stuck in a small beach town tucked away in the outskirts of Washington. You’d saved every penny from your gigs, giving guitar lessons to the neighborhood kids, and everything you could spare from your 9-5 paychecks. You checked your bank account religiously, waiting for the day you’d finally saved enough. All you needed was a few months rent, and the money to put gas in the U-Haul, yours and Cam’s home for the 36 hour drive. 

Cam had been your best friend since middle school. An absolute force to be reckoned with at your dodgy little public schools. You trusted her with your life, and believe me when I say there were plenty of times you’d gotten in enough trouble to prove you could. The day you told her you’d started saving to move, she started saving too. She told you that you'd have a piece of home with you down in the south, and she couldn’t bear the idea of not seeing you all the time. You thanked God every day since. You couldn’t imagine not living side by side with her either. So the two of you packed everything you owned into a little U-Haul, and drove away from the only place you’d ever known. Away from your families and friends who all waved and cheered you on as you pulled out of the driveway. 

“I can’t stop laughing, oh my god y/n. I can’t breathe. Why were they waving us off like it’s the ancient times and we’re setting sail on the Titanic or something?” She was cackling in the passenger seat, resting one hand on her stomach as she fanned herself with the other.

“Camille, be nice. They just love us.” A chuckle leaving your mouth as you merge onto the highway. You slide your phone to Cam across the bench seat and tell her your passcode. “Put our playlist on. I’m not driving all day without music, you freak.” You roll the windows down and step on the gas as Journey begins to spill from the speakers. 

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Day three of driving, your last day. The two of you had fought about pretty much everything, music, who was driving, what hotel or motel you’d sleep in, what was for lunch or dinner. There were good times too, though. Sightseeing, weird rest stops, having to pull over on the highway so Cam could pee because she absolutely couldn’t hold it in until the next bathroom (something you’d be sure to tease her about for the rest of your lives). None of that seemed to matter when the U-Haul was finally parked in your new driveway. A small 2 bedroom brick home stared back at you as you started unloading your things, the emerald green door waiting for your keys. 

“Hey C, I think we should unpack everything and then I can go return the U-Haul. I wanna get it over with sooner rather than later.” Yelling across the lawn, she agreed. You quickly passed boxes to her, not that there were too many in the truck. Finally empty, you and Camille headed inside to start unpacking boxes. You got your room set up enough to sleep in tonight, and told Cam you were headed out to return the U-Haul. You pulled out of the driveway, your favorite song playing as you turned out of the neighborhood, that is until your phone started ringing. Oh great, it’s your mother. 

“Hi momma, we just got to the house! We’re finally home.” Your mother was so excited for you to get out of Washington, even if it meant being almost across the country from her. 

“Hi baby! I’m so glad you girls made it safe. I just wanted to call because I have a gift for you.” Your mom couldn’t help but let out a choked sob. “You worked so hard to get out there, you saved so much money. Your dad and I wanted to get you something special.” 

“Mom, you’ve got me worried. Why’re you crying?” 

“Nothing wrong, y/n. We saved up some money for you to get a new guitar. A special one for your new life, in your new town. I just transferred you the money, my love.” 

“We’ve never been more proud to be your parents.” Your dad chimed in, the pride and sadness of your move evident in his voice.

Tears streamed down your face as you thanked them, and promised to send pictures when you picked out your new guitar. You wrapped up the phone call, thanking her once more, right as you pulled into the U-Haul parking lot. You paid for your rental, and called an Uber, deciding to have it take you to a small local guitar shop. Ramblr’s Music. Repairs, sales, lessons. On top of getting a new guitar, who knows. Maybe you could score a job there. 

A silver Honda pulled up next to you, and confirmed they were your Uber. As you slid into the backseat, you heard the music. A major guitar solo was playing, and it was stunning . Leaning forward and squinting your eyes you could see what it was. Greta Van Fleet. You made a mental note to check them out later, and made small talk with the Uber driver until you found yourself walking up to the little music shop. You’d barely been in Nashville five hours, and your life would already never be the same.

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You’d been perusing the guitars for over an hour, but none of them felt right. You knew they were fine instruments, they just weren’t your dream guitar. They weren’t a vintage Les Paul SG. You’d wanted one for years, since you’d taken your music seriously. The shape, the sound. Something so classic and beautiful that the modern re-releases just couldn’t quite compare to. Fully knowing it was out of your budget, you decided to ask someone anyway. You found yourself walking toward the desk, a short kid maybe 17 standing there on his phone. 

“Hey, I’ve been looking around and I don’t see what I was hoping to find. Do you maybe have any Les Paul SG’s?  Maybe one in the back, or do you know where I could find one? I’m new in town and don’t really know where to look.” You let out a small laugh, immediately feeling out of your element. 

“Actually, yeah. We’ve got one in the back that I guess has been on hold or something but it’s been weeks and the guy never came to get it. It’s in a case and everything, too. Let me go get it.” Popping his gum as he walked away, your heart was pounding. Were you actually about to buy your dream guitar? Something about Nashville was proving to be magical. 

He came back, a busted black leather hard case in hand. “Here, look it over. I think it's a ‘61 but I could be wrong. Just started working here last week.” The clasps clanked as you pulled them up and off, finally lifting the lid to the case. There she was. A beautiful cherry stain on the wood, new strings and a crack down the bottom half of the guitar, only adding personality and proof the instrument was well loved prior to you.  You carried the guitar over to an amp, plugging it in and sitting on the stool. You wrestled to figure out what song to play, finally deciding on one of the songs you’d put time into learning. Nothing Else Matters, your fathers favorite Metallica song. You’d spent hours learning to play it for him, and could remember the tears in his eyes when you finally showed him. A fond memory you now shared with your dream guitar. God, it played like perfection. You knew there was no way you’d walk out of this store without the cherry red beast. 

You walked back to the counter and safely secured the guitar into the case after taking a photo. The new kid checked you out, enabling a purchase you probably shouldn’t have made. You ordered an Uber, and slipped into the backseat with your new baby. 

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Jakes POV

Tour had been beyond exhausting. You loved playing, you loved the fans, you loved seeing the different states and countries. The only thing you loved more? Being at home, in bed with some popcorn and whiskey, watching a documentary on pirates. Especially on a fine Wednesday night such as this. Finally rolling out of bed for the first time in hours, your slippers pull you down the stairs and into the kitchen in search of food more filling than the snacks upstairs. Regrettably, you hadn’t gone grocery shopping in some time, simply surviving on what was left in your pantry before you left on tour. A groan leaves your chest as you trudge back upstairs. Slipping on your favorite blue jeans and a button up, you find your car keys and make your way to the jeep sitting in your garage. You decided that while you were out, you might as well run the rest of the errands you’d been neglecting in lieu of alone time. 

Your favorite playlist queued, and sunglasses pressed to your face, you pulled out of the garage and headed off to Ramblr’s. Your beloved guitar had taken far too much of a beating this last leg, and a crack appeared down the body. You had held her together for the last few shows using some electrical tape, the best thing you could get your hands on while on the road. On the way home from the airport, you dropped your guitar off to be repaired, only trusting Scott, the store owner, to repair your precious cargo. You rolled your car windows up, and hit your vape one last time before getting out and heading to the building. The second the shop doors opened, an uneasy feeling washed over you as the sounds of Scott screaming at some teenager filled your ears. 

“Are you fucking stupid, or are you dumb Jeremy? No, you know what you are? Fucking fired. Get out of my shop!” Scott pushed over a small display of guitar straps and stomped off, leaving who you assumed was Jeremy in a crumpled sobbing mess on the floor. You walked over to him, and crouched down. 

“Hey, Jeremy. Whatever’s going on, it’ll be okay. I’m Jake, and I’ve known Scott a real long time. I’m sure he’s just having a rough day. Let me go talk to him.” 

Jeremy looked back at you in horror, and pushed himself away. “I’m so sorry sir. I’m so sorry.” He picked himself off of the floor, and bolted outside, not even bothering to collect his personal items or clock off. You weren’t sure what happened, but you knew it couldn’t be good. 

You made your way to the back, where Scott’s office was and tried your best to mentally prepare yourself for whatever shit storm he was about to drop on you. You cleared your throat, and Scott’s eyes shot up to meet yours. His appearance disheveled, and tears of frustration threatened to fall down his face. 

“Ah, shit. Hey kid. Come in, have a seat.” He motioned to the chair across from his desk. You shuffled over, and pulled the chair out before sinking into the plush cushion. He avoided eye contact with you, which was very unusual. You also noted him picking at his nails, something he did when stressed. 

After a few minutes of silence, you decided to bite the bullet. “Give it to me straight, Scotty. What the hell is going on?” 

His head dropped in shame, and he took a deep breath before shakily answering you. “Jake, that stupid new kid. He sold your guitar.”

Your blood ran cold, and suddenly all you saw was red. “Scott you’re fucking joking, right? Don’t fuck with me. Bring me my guitar.” 

He shoved the paperwork towards you, all of it showing the colossal fuckup Jeremy had made. “I wish it was a joke, Jake. But the kid sold her off to some girl who came in a few hours ago. I don't even know how he screwed this up so bad.”

You ran a hand through your hair, and sighed. “Make me a copy of this. I’m gonna go find her.”

”I already tried the number Jake. She wont pick up.”

You stood from the chair and looked down at him. “Scott, just make me a damn copy.”

He left the room, and came back with the papers for you and continued to apologize profusely as you walked out of the store. The rain soaked your clothes as you walked to the car, your breath visible in the cold weather. 

The paperwork told you basically nothing. Just her name, and an out of state phone number. The kid didn’t even fully fill out the sale paperwork, leaving the address and email slots bare. You got in the car, phone number in hand and hoped and prayed that she hadn’t left town. That guitar was your prized possession, the best gift you’d ever received. You’d been beyond floored when the Chicago Music Exchange let you have it, free of charge. And now, you had no idea where she was. 

You took a shaky breath, and dialed the number. It didn’t even ring. You’d immediately been sent to voicemail, and the default one at that. You brought your hands to your face, and rubbed your eyes. How could Scott let this happen?

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End of first chapter <3

TAGLIST : @hollyco @literal-dead-leaf @anythingforjtk @do-it-jakey-baby @eternal-life94

[leonkennedysloverboy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48129133/chapters/121365154

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One New Message by AliBelleRosetta

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Leon Kennedy X Fem Reader

Tags: Reader-Insert, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Horror, Reader has a past, Minor Character Death, Texting, Coffee Shops, Post-Resident Evil 6, Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, No (Y/N), Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Miscommunication, Eventual Smut, Alcohol, Nightmares, Trauma, trauma response, Surveillance, safe sex, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, dangerous driving, Not By Leon Though, Minor Infection, Blood and Injury, Archive Warning is for Violence, Original Character Deaths), No use of y/n, Referenced Sherry Birkin/Jake Muller

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Authors Summary:

Wanting to let your new manager know just how upset you were at him, you sent him an angry text. Fortunately for the sake of your job, it went to the wrong number.

Now you have to navigate talking to the mysterious text confidant Leon, figure out how to start your new life in Washington, D.C. and deal with the ghosts of your past which come back to haunt you in unexpected ways.

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Another one of my favorites from AliBelleRosetta. I like Leon and the readers dynamic here. It’s a cute fic with some fluff and some angst.

[plussizefantasia]

Here's a lil Venus for ya:

Moon Knight trio (although this feels the most like Jake) x plussize!reader (obv)

With the prompts "If I see you again, I swear to God I won't hesitate to kill you" into "Just shut up and kiss me"

Love your work and love you 💕

hahaha I am so sorry that this took so long, I hope you like it anyway though.

Jake Lockely x reader

word count: 1.1k

You can’t believe that bastard left you. The biggest fight of your life and he left you in the dust to go play hero. Jake Lockely was dead to you.

Meeting Jake was one of the best things that had ever happened to you, bumping into him in a corner store in Washington Heights was like fate. You had clicked right away, becoming fast friends and occasionally more. Neither of you thought that labels were necessary but you knew that he meant a lot to you and you meant a lot to him too. 

It was strange when he invited you to Egypt, he said he had business he needed to take care of but that when it was over he wanted to show you the city, and all the nooks and crannies he had come to love during his visits. Why the New York cabbie would have business in Egypt you really didn’t want to know and you honestly didn’t care. 

You thought that weekend getaways were more of a couple-y thing than your relationship warranted but when he told you that he would be covering the cost for the whole trip you couldn't pass up the offer to visit such a beautiful city with such a rich culture and history.

You never would have said yes if you had known it would end like this. Things were going well, he was showing you the nightlife of one the beautiful city when all of a sudden he just got really stiff. People started running around you and screaming could be heard in the distance. The sky darkened in an instant and you’re not a liar so you’ll admit that you were pretty damn scared.  

“I have to go.” He was monotone and it kind of scared you.

“What do you mean you have to go? What could you possibly have to do right now that is so important?” 

“I can’t tell you.”

“Bullshit. You can’t drag me halfway across the world and then leave me alone Jake that's fucked up!”

“Carino. Trust, I would not leave you if I did not need to.”

“Jake, if you leave me right now, I’ll never talk to you again.”

His face flashed with the hurt before it was slated over once more.

“I’m sorry.” He looked you in the eyes and turned, walking towards the chaos and leaving you.

"If I see you again, I swear to God I won't hesitate to kill you Jake Lockely!”

He didn’t turn back.

You spent the rest of the day navigating the confusing streets of Cairo amidst the chaos and danger that the streets seemed to be crawling with. Maneuvering your way through the rag-tag milita that stalked the streets you managed to find shelter. You booked the first flight back to New York and resolved never to speak to one of your best and only friends again.

That resolution lasted all of three days before he showed up on your doorstep practically begging for you to talk to him. Well, he was begging as much as Jake ever does which admittedly is not very much. But he brought flowers which you think means that he really cares. Jake was a hard man to read, he always had been. 

But now, standing on the stoop of your doorstep is the grown man equivalent of a kicked puppy, his hair was raked through, and you could practically feel the way his fingers combed through them. His eyes were bloodshot and his normal mask of annoyance was replaced with something much softer, much more open.

“I’m pretty sure I told you that if I ever saw you again I’d kill you.” 

“I would not blame you.” He pushed the admittedly beautiful bouquet of flowers towards you.

“Jesus, Jake what do you want? You fucking left me. Alone. Halfway across the goddamn world right as shit started to get messy. That’s not something that I can really forgive and forget.”

“I do not expect you to forgive me carino, I just want you to know that I am sorry. I would not have left if I did not have to.”

“Why Jake? That’s all I’ve been asking myself since the moment you walked away.”

He looked off into space, his held titling and his eyes glazing over. All in an instant it seemed he was miles away from you. You stood there confused and a little hurt, it was like he was walking away all over again, leaving you alone. Except this time instead of walking down a dimly lit street wrought with chaos he was folding into his own mind, going somewhere you could never hope to follow.

“Carino, I wish that I could bear everything for you, more than anything but I can’t. Not yet.”

“Jake, you’re shit at apologies has anyone ever told you that?”

‘I have never had to apologize to someone before, I have never wanted… needed to keep someone in my life as much as I do right now.”

You’d hate yourself in the morning for caving this quickly, but you’d yell at yourself for the rest of your life if you let this man go.

“Jake, you’re a mess. An emotionally stunted and unavailable man who tapdances on my last nerve all the damn time. But you’re also my best friend. I don’t know what's going on with you and as much as I’d love to force you to tell me I love you too much to do that. So instead, I just need you to promise me that you won’t leave me again. Because goddamn it Jake you have my heart, and when you walk away you take it with you.”

Your chest heaved with the breaths you took, your cheeks flamed with emotions and you looked anywhere but at the man you practically just confessed your undying love to.

Jake didn’t let you get away with that, he grasped your chin between his fingers and lifted your head just a touch, enough to meet his eyes as he spoke. 

“Mi Vida, know this. I was not made for love, I was made to protect, to defend at any cost. I did not know that I could care for anyone as much as I care for you. I’ll spend the rest of whatever time I have on this earth protecting your heart, it; 's the most precious-” 

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

And he did.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Embry Call x fem reader

Car Troubles

Your car randomly turns off in the middle of the reservation. "Fuck!" You sigh and bury your face in your hands.

No family to call because you moved to Washington on your own for a new life. You started working at the post office a little bit away from La Push. You take this way home because it is more peaceful.

You grab your phone and try to find a coworker to call and rescue you. It's way too dark and cold for all of this mess.

The only person you believe would be able to help you is your boss, Miss Casey.

The phone keeps ringing until "the person you are trying to reach-" You hang up. You look up towing companies.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You jump and look at your window. A man standing there. "Do you need help?" He calls through the window. By his voice, he's a young man. You're too scared to open your door. "I'm fine." You call out. "My name is Embry Call. I live on this reservation. My best friend, Jacob Black, is a mechanic. I can help you." He says in a kind voice.

You can't really see his face, considering it is dark as hell. "If you don't feel comfortable, I can call a tow-"

You cut him off by opening your door and stepping out. He's standing over you. He's got to be six feet!

"Thank you, Embry." The cold is hitting your face. You do have a coat on, but it's not enough for you. He notices you shivering and takes off his jacket, leaving him with just a shirt.

"It's thin, but I hope it helps.'' He hands it to you. You take it from him and put it on. His jacket smells so freaking good. Like cologne and fresh linen. "I'm going to call Jake out here to pick up your car."

"Thank you." You hold onto your arms. "Here, come sit in the car while it's still warm." You offer, getting in the drivers seat. He walks around, getting in the passenger side. You're worried about how cold he must be!

He pulls out his phone and calls Jake. "Hey! So, I'm on the side of the road. There's a young lady here, her car died. Can you come get us? We are past Emily's, getting close to the beach. Awesome, thanks. Would you be able to look at her car? Cool, man." He hangs up and turns to you. "He'll be here in just a second."

You sit awkwardly. There's a man you don't know in your car, it's dark, so you have no clue on what he looks like.

After a few minutes, a truck pulls up and parks right in front of you. His red taillights shine through, and you catch a glimpse of Embry's brown hair and brown eyes. He steps out and you follow along.

Jake steps out of his truck, pulling out some rope thingy. "I will begin working on your car as soon as we get to my place." He says while connecting your car to the end of the rope. "Thanks so much." You smile. You see Jacob as he moves back, and the taillight shines on him. Embry walks to the front of your car where Jacob is and leans down helping him. You see Embry.

Oh. My. God.

He's fucking hot.

"You can get in my truck. Is it okay if I bring you to my place? It's just me and my dad, Billy Black."

"Yeah, that's okay!" You get in the back seat of his truck. After a couple of mins, the guys hop in the front seat.

"You from here?" Jacob asks.

"No, sir." You respond shyly.

Embry and Jake laugh.

"Sir? Polite!" Jake chuckles.

"What's your name?" Embry asks.

"Y/n."

They pull up to this small house. "Here, let's go inside. Jake will look at your car." Embry spoke. He gets out and then opens your door. He helps you out of the truck and brings you inside.

LIGHT!

You turn to face Embry. Your eyes meet so suddenly. He takes a breath and his lips part.

There's a tug on your heart. He's so beautiful.

He coughs and looks away. "You can sit on the couch. There's blankets there you could use. I'll get you something to drink." He frantically moves to the kitchen.

You turn your heel and walk into the living room. There's a man in a wheel chair. "Who do we got here?" He smiles. His presence is calming. "I'm y/n. Embry and Jacob helped me on the side of the road. My car broke down." You grab a blanket and pull it around your arms. He shakes his head. "They are some good boys... well, men. They're grown now. I'm Billy." He chuckles. You smile at him and check the time on your phone.

9:35.

Embry walks in with a glass of water and a small cookie. "Well, I'm off to bed. I hope everything works out for you." He leaves the living room. "Night, Billy." Embry says. "Goodnight, boy." He calls back.

Embry sits next to you and sets the cookie and water on the coffee table. He looks at you and then leans back. "Where did you move here from?" He asks.

"I left (your state) to start over. I work at the post office down that way." You point. "I go home this way because the road is peaceful." You smile.

You lean over and grab your water and cookie. "I'm glad you moved here."

You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Well, I guess I am too. I have new friends now!" You nudge his knee with yours.

You are SOOOO sleepy. At this point, it's 11 pm. You and Embry have just been talking away. You end up leaning in Embry's side somehow. He's so warm! He has an arm wrapped around you. You keep Yawning.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" He asks.

"Thankfully, no. It's a Sunday dumby." You giggle, keeping your face hidden in his chest. "Do you want me to take you home so you can sleep?"

You don't want to leave Embry's side for some reason. It confuses you because you know nothing about him. But he's so good-looking, and you just crave his energy.

"Can we check on my car?" You look up at him. He nods, and you two stand up. You put the blanket down, but he picks it back up and wraps it around you. You blush and hold on to it. "Let's go." He smiles.

He has an arm wrapped around you, guiding you through the dark to the back. You hear ruckus and some music. There's a light bulb hanging down that's turned on. There's Jacob standing over the hood of your car. "Hey, how's it going in here?" Embry speaks up. Jacob turns around and looks at the two of you. His eyes glance at Embry, and he makes a knowing face, slightly nodding. "Well, I figured out the problem. I can get this thing started back up tonight, but you do need a new battery for this car. I can get you one. On the house." He laughs, closing the hood. He steps in the car, starting it. It fires up perfectly.

He gets out, and you give him a side hug. "Thanks so much, Jacob! Thanks to both of you. I will buy the new battery. I don't want to put that on you." You say. Embry steps closer to you. You notice and step back into him. He catches on and rubs your arm softly.

Jacob shakes his head. "Nah. Let me handle it." He smiles. "You won't win, y/n. We are some stubborn people." Embry chuckles.

"Embry, do you want to take her home, just in case it breaks down again?"

You look over at the man, and he looks down at you. "Is that okay?" He asks.

"Yes. I'm actually nervous about it happening again." You giggle.

"It's this driveway here." You point. Embry ended up driving for you. "Thank you so much." You look at him. He hands you his phone. "Put your number in here." He smiles. You do as he asks and hand it back to him. "How will you get home?"

"Don't worry. Jacob will pick me up."

You guys get out of the car, and you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him. "I can't thank you enough!"

He puts his hands on your back. You feel the warmth go through your coat. "Don't thank me. It was my pleasure helping a beautiful damsel in distress." He laughs.

You blush and pull back from him.

--- Next day---

You wake up and see Embry's jacket is folded next to you. You forgot to give it back to him. You grab your phone and check it.

Number: Hey, it's Embry. Just got your battery in.

You think of what to say.

You know what, fuck it. Let's be bold! If he runs, he runs.

Y/n: okay, handsome.

You get up and take a shower. Then, you change into some clothes and do some makeup.

Your doorbell rings. You jump up and go get it.

There stands Embry. He's leaning on the door frame. He has a Grey shirt with a green flannel that's rolled to his elbows. Oh god. No. Ovaries CALM DOWN.

"Hey, beautiful." He smiles. Your HEART exploded. "I brought your car." He turns so you can see your car in the driveway. "Thank you so much! Do you want to come in? I can make you lunch?" You offer. His eyebrows raise up. "I won't turn down food." He giggles.

You let him inside, and he looks around. You walk to the kitchen, he follows. He sits down on a chair at the table. "I should bring some food to Jacob too as a thank you." You start making him a sandwhich, pulling out stuff. "He'll appreciate it."

"What do you like on your sandwhich?" You turn to face him. "Anything and everything."

"Not a picky guy. Easy!" You pull out everything you got and slap it on there. "How many sandwiches do you want?"

"I could take two. Growing boy." He pats his stomach. You laugh and shake your head. "You've got humor, Call."

Embry convinced you to meet his family and friends. So, here you are, at a bonfire. You met Emily, Sam, Kim, Jared, Rachel, Paul, Seth, Leah, Quil, Leah, and Renesmee.

Right now, everyone is dancing to loud music. You stand there awkwardly, sipping on your drink. "Wanna dance?" Embry speaks behind you. You turn and see him smiling sweetly. "How could I say no to you?" You gush, putting a hand over your heart. "Hey, if that's how you feel about me, I'll take it." He chuckles. You place your drink down on the whole table that's set up with food spread out. He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him. Your arms wrap around his neck. You get lost in each other's eyes. His chocolate ones burning into your being. How could you feel like this? You just met him!

The music stops, and Billy calls for everyone around the fire. Embry lightly holds your fingers, pulling you with him. Your hand vibrates, and it goes up your arms. He sits you down on a chair and sits in between your legs on the ground.

Billy goes over the legends of the trible. Wolves?! Imprinting? Bro. Everything about this is intriguing. The stories play out in your mind like a movie.

"We must stay strong during this time of peace. It won't last forever. There's always a threat. We must remain loyal, on guard, and love our imprints." He ends the talk. Now he's talking like it's real. That's confusing you.

After the stories, you and Embry are in your car, going to your house. "What did Billy mean about we must stay strong?" You break the silence. He smiles and holds the steering wheel tighter. "It's secrets we keep. But I can tell you. And I'll tell you why I can. The legends are true. I am a shape-shifter along with the other boys. Imprinting is real. I imprinted on you." He says it so casually.

Your heart races, and you think you've gone mad. "I hear your heart. I hope you're not afraid. We are good people. And me, I'll never hurt you. I'll always protect you." He says sadly and glances over to you.

---months later---

You wake up and see Embry sleeping next to you. You run your fingers over his side and kiss his forehead. You sit up and begin getting out of bed. Embry snatches your arm, pulling you on him. He looks up at you with a small grin and squinted eyes. A tired face that is so adorable. "I love you." He says. "I love you too." You smile and press your lips on his. He kisses you back and holds you against him tightly. His lips are soft as usual. He feels heavenly against your skin. You turn it into a heavy make-out session. He obviously enjoys it because he grunts and flips you guys over.

"How many rounds this time?" He pulls back and looks down at you. "Let's beat three." You bite your lip. He wraps his fingers around your throat very gently and kisses your jaw.

Rest is up to you.

[thetidesthatturn]

Umbra Perpetua

Vampire!Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Synopsis: plagued by the pain of your Dad’s passing, you uproot your life to a new town. Peace, however, is extremely far from what you find there as your world is turned on its axis.

Warnings: mentions of loss, grief, painful memories, aggression, profanity, blackout (sorry if I’ve missed any)

18+, MINORS DNI

Chapter One

That’s it. Everything was packed.

Truth be told, you were just leaving one miserable town to move to another, equally miserable town. But you needed to get out, to get away from the painful memories that lined the streets you grew up in. You couldn’t bear the creak of the swing your Dad had spent days tirelessly making, winding it around the maple tree and ensuring it was structurally sound before letting you take it for a spin. You couldn’t stomach the sight of his favourite flannel, still draped over the back of the worn, leather armchair that sat proudly in your reading nook.

Every single element of the house you called a home reminded you that he was gone, and was never coming back. It wasn’t just the house, either. It was the entire town. The sense of nostalgia that grew within your soul used to light you up from within, but now it engulfs you in darkness. Walking past the spot where you first learnt how to ride your bike, or to the ice cream parlour that you frequented every Friday. The unbearable agony that came with reliving these milestones was chewing you up and spitting you out into the abyss.

No more, it had to end. So off you went, on your journey to Washington. You weren’t even sure why you picked Washington, possibly because it held no place in your heart. It was somewhere you could start fresh, void of any characteristics that would remind you of your Dad. That’s what you needed, if you were to ever begin to heal.

As you unpack in your tiny apartment, you feel a sense of hope. Your new home was in need of a hell of a lot of TLC, but it was something you could channel your focus into. It wasn’t much, but it was yours. The money that had been left behind for you wasn’t a lot in terms of inheritance, but enough to get you away from the town you grew up in. But the money would run out, so the first thing on your agenda was to find a job.

The town was small, with a population of around 5,000. As you walked the streets, trying to gain your bearings and familiarise yourself with the area, you stumble upon a quaint little store. It looked like it belonged in a horror movie, with its carbon painted, extremely vintage-esque exterior. The name of the store is carefully etched onto the front of the building in a white, old English font.

𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆

A spark of intrigue floods your senses, your feet carrying you to the door on impulse. As you gently push it open, you hear a soft chime. The gothic interior of the store perfectly compliments the exterior, with the scent of incense carrying throughout the space. You could make out notes of frankincense and vetiver, mixed in with dusty, well-loved pages of leather-bound books. There’s a section in the corner filled with vinyls, the rest of the store littered with literature, candles, and delicate crystal trinkets. You venture in further, fully entranced within the environment.

“Hello, can I help you with anything?”

A raven-haired woman walks from behind the counter. She can’t be much older than you, if at all. Her beauty almost knocks the wind from your lungs, with her perfect porcelain skin and deep, ruby lips.

“Hi. Wow, this place is… wow.” You feel embarrassment flood to your cheeks at your lack of articulation.

“Thank you, it’s my pride and joy.” She smiles softly, tucking her silky strands behind her ears.

You couldn’t help but wonder how someone, likely in their early twenties, owned a store like this. Flitting your eyes around the space, you smile back. “It’s beautiful.”

“Passed down through the family to me.” She answers, as if you spoke your question aloud. “So, do you need anything, or would you just like to have a wander around?”

You nod, cursing yourself for your inability to form a coherent sentence. She giggles under her breath, turning to resume her place at the counter. You walk around, taking everything in as you do. Fingering through the records on the far side of the store, you come to the realisation that you’ve listened to each one of the albums. After you’ve explored every nook and cranny, you head over to the counter with a book in hand.

“Edgar Allan Poe, hm? Great choice.”

“My favourite poet.”

She rings up your purchase, then carefully wraps the book in brown parchment. She ties it together securely with a piece of twine, then hands it to you.

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“Ah, yeah. I just moved here, today. I was actually just out looking for a job, but I couldn’t resist coming in here.”

“That’s opportune. I’m hiring.” She smirks.

“You are? Oh my god, I’d love to apply.”

“Consider yourself hired.”

You furrow your brow. “Hired? You’ve only just met me.”

“I trust my intuition.” She reaches behind the counter, pulling a stack of papers from underneath and places them on top, sliding them towards you. “If you want the job, it’s yours. Hours are 9 to 5, Monday to Friday, with some weekend shifts. $20 an hour.”

You stand with your mouth agape, staring between the woman and the paperwork.

“You do want the job, don’t you?” She cocks her head to the side.

“Sorry. Yes. Yes, ma’am. Thank you so much!”

“It’s Adeline.”

“Adeline, right. I’m Y/N.” You extend your hand out to her. When your palm comes into contact with hers, the difference in temperature startles you. It was like you’d just placed your hand onto a marble statue, her skin cool and smooth against yours.

“Get the paperwork signed and come in for 8:30 tomorrow morning, ready to start at 9. It was lovely to meet you.”

You continue to stare at your hand, the chill still lingering from her touch.

“Yeah… you too.” You pick up your book and the paperwork, turning towards the door. As you make contact with the handle, you look back to say goodbye, but Adeline has vanished.

~

You toss and turn all night in your bed, unable to shake your encounter with Adeline. You felt completely enamoured by her. She was undeniably beautiful, but there was something else there. Her movements were so fluid, and the way she laughed was almost musical, as if she was singing you a song with her joy. By the time the morning sun graced the sky, sleep had barely found you. You fought through your exhaustion and peeled yourself from your sheets. You felt the innate need to prove yourself to Adeline, seeing as she had offered you a job on the spot without knowing anything about you. In fact, she didn’t even know your name until the end of your conversation. And the way she seemed to know what you were thinking without you voicing it aloud…

Shaking the thoughts from your mind, you get ready for the day. You remember passing a coffee shop on the way home yesterday, so decide to stop by and attempt to quell your lack of sleep with caffeine. You place your order at the counter, then sit down with your new book and begin to flip through the pages while you wait.

“Vanilla latte for Y/N?”

You look up to find a young man staring back at you, holding your coffee.

“Yeah, that’s me. Thank you.”

The first thing you notice is his skin. It seems oddly sun-kissed, considering the town is spent in an almost constant state of overcast weather. Perhaps he’s just been on vacation recently?

You arrive at Alligatus Anima five minutes before instructed, but the door is unlocked. You let yourself in, walking through the quiet space until you reach the counter.

No sign of Adeline.

All of the hairs on your body prick up as an unfamiliar feeling takes over, causing your fight or flight to kick in. Your eyes dart around the room, but find nothing out of the ordinary. Still, that uneasy feeling remains, until you hear rustling in the back. You breathe a sigh of relief, realising it’s most likely just Adeline setting up for the day. You push past the beaded curtains that separate the shop floor from the back of house in search for her.

“Adeline?”

As you walk further, it feels like you’re being watched. You stop in your tracks, fear rooting you to the spot.

Why are you so afraid?

Then, you hear it. It’s so faint, you could convince yourself that you imagined it, but the quiet gruffs of muffled laughter find your ears. “Adeline?” You repeat, this time a lot lower in volume as your voice shakes.

“No, not Adeline.”

You don’t stop to have a conversation with whoever, or whatever just spoke to you. Letting your feet propel you back to the front of the store, you almost collide with Adeline.

“Y/N, is everything ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” She drops her bag down behind the counter, placing a hand on your arm.

“Or heard one…” You mumble under your breath.

“Do you have your paperwork?”

“Oh, yeah, let me grab it.” You fish around in your satchel for the documents and hand them over.

Adeline sets you up with a list of books that need re-stocking, then heads out back with your paperwork. You sit down at the counter, going over the list and familiarising yourself with the titles. Although you try your hardest to focus, you can’t stop your mind from wondering back to the encounter in the back of the store. That was a male voice. You think on if you should mention it to Adeline for a moment, but you’re quickly broken from your thoughts when she re-enters the room.

“Ok, all done. You’re officially employed. Let’s get you trained up.”

The majority of the day is spent learning the systems, which in reality consists of an old cash register and an iPad. Adeline shows you where the stock is kept, which makes you shudder due to it being in the exact vicinity of where the mysterious voice came from earlier. When she’s satisfied that you’ve learnt everything you needed, she leaves you to mind the floor whilst she gets to work pouring candles out back.

The afternoon had been quiet. You served only a handful of customers, all of them finding what they needed without any intervention. You’re busy mopping the floor in your preparations to close up shop when the door chimes once more. You look up to find a man standing before you unlike any you’d seen before. His skin bore the same shade as Adeline’s, a crisp alabaster. His features looked as if they’d been carved from stone, sharp and captivating. His hair, spilling in soft waves onto his shoulders, was a deep chestnut brown. He had slight stubble on his upper lip, and a pair of black sunglasses perched atop his nose. As your eyes wandered further, you noted he was wearing a black button down, secured by only the last 3 buttons, exposing his gleaming chest. He wore a silver chain with a multitude of pendants dangling from it, but you weren’t close enough to see the detail. His pants were black too, and the outfit completed with a pair of Chelsea boots. You were positive you’d never seen a more beautiful man in your life.

“Is my sister here?” He speaks in a velvety rasp.

“Uh- Adeline?”

“That would be her.”

“Yeah, she’s out back. I’ll uh, I’ll go get her.”

You turn to find Adeline, but the man speaks again.

“I don’t know you.”

You swivel your body back towards him, unsure of what to say.

“We don’t get a lot of new people around here.” He speaks again, moving closer towards you. As the proximity between you lessens, he seems to become uncomfortable. He halts, standing still a few meters from you.

“I just moved here.” You gulp, that same feeling from this morning seeping back into your bones.

You watch as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his breathing becoming harsher. His hands beside him ball into fists. Your heart thumps in your chest as the overwhelming urge to run takes over your mind, alarm bells ringing loud and clear. Something wasn’t right here.

“Ah, Jacob. I see you’ve met my new recruit, Y/N.”

Adeline. Oh, thank god.

“Indeed, I have.” He snarls.

You turn your body towards the direction of Adeline’s voice, only to find that she’s now standing next to you. You could have sworn she was behind you only a second ago.

“She’s a very hard worker, a great addition to the team.” She continues, stepping in front of you slightly.

“Oh, is she?” He smirks, and you think you like it even less than his earlier expression.

“Y/N, this is Jacob. My younger brother.”

Before you can register what you’re doing, you step towards him with your hand outstretched. “Nice to meet you, Jacob.”

You watch as he takes in a deep breath, but before anything else can happen, Adeline is between you both. Her hand is placed firmly on Jake’s chest.

“No, not this time. Not her.” She whispers, but you hear it anyway.

Jacob exhales sharply, rubbing his hand over his face. “Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Pity.”

Adeline looks back towards you, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’.

In an instant, the world around you fades to black.

~

Air floods your lungs as you take in a gasp, thrashing around manically as you come to. You bolt upright, to find that you’re at home, in your own bed. With your head in your hands, the visions of the moments before you blacked out flash before your eyes.

What happened?

As you look around your room, you spot a figure in your peripheral. Your blood runs cold as you back yourself against your headboard, bringing your sheets up to your chin. The figure rises from it’s seat in the corner, stepping into the light that streams through the crack in your curtains.

Adeline.

“Please, don’t be scared. I just had to make sure you were ok.”

“Adeline? Wha- what.” You stammer.

She sits beside you on the side of the bed.

“He won’t hurt you. I promise.”

“Hurt me? Why would he hurt me?” You feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, more from fear than any other emotion.

“I can’t tell you. I’m sorry, I wish I could. But what I can tell you is that my brother and I, we are… different.”

“Different?”

“Yes different. But I like you. There’s something about you that I can’t quite put my finger on.”

“How did I pass out?”

“Uh, that was me. Call it a protection measure…”

“Protecting me from who? Jacob?”

“Y/N, I can’t answer your questions. It’s more dangerous for you if I do. But I promise you, you are safe. You have my word. Take today off, get some rest. You have my number, I’m only down at the store if you need me.”

She swiftly makes her exit, leaving you even more confused than you were to begin with. You pick your phone up from your nightstand, finding it open on your contacts.

Adeline Kiszka

You cross your legs under your body, bringing up every social media app you had on your phone and typing the two names in. You find nothing. Deciding what you need is fresh air, you pull on a pair of leggings and a hoodie, then head outside. You aimlessly wander down street after street, trying to find a distraction, until your feet carry you to the little coffee shop you’d visited the day prior. As you walk in, you’re met with the same face as yesterday, eagerly waiting to take your order.

“Another vanilla latte?” He smiles.

“You remember my order? I’ve only been in here once.”

“No one orders the syrup around here, so it’s pretty memorable.” He chuckles. “So, new in town I’m assuming?”

“Why does everyone ask me that, is it that obvious?”

He grins, and you can’t help but notice the small dimple in his cheek. “Kinda yeah, but we don’t get a lot of newbies.”

“So I’ve been told…” You murmur.

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

“Yeah that’s right.”

“I’m Alex.” He hands you your coffee, then looks like he’s about to say something else.

“Speak your mind, Alex.”

“I, um, I get off in like ten minutes. Do you wanna, maybe hang out? If you’re free.”

You could use a friend in this town…

“Yeah sure, I’d love to.”

Sure enough, ten minutes later Alex is walking towards you, sans apron. He doesn’t tell you where you’re going, but you end up at a park on the edge of town. You sit down on a bench together and he pulls out a sandwich from his backpack.

“You want half? It’s PB&J?”

You feel your stomach growl, realising now how long it’s been since you last ate. “Yeah, sure. Thank you.”

You both sit in silence, taking bites from the sandwich and enjoying the warmth of the sun that is peaking through the clouds.

“Do you know anything about the Kiszkas?”

Alex almost chokes on his sandwich as he turns to you, his eyes wide. “Stay. Away.”

You furrow your brow. “Well, that’s kinda hard for me to do seeing as Adeline is my boss…”

“Shit. No, no. Y/N, you have to quit. I can see if we have anything available at my place.”

“What is so bad about them?”

“Look, I know you only just met me yesterday, but you need to trust me. They aren’t good people. If you can even call them that…” He mumbles the last part so quietly you almost don’t catch it.

“Why can’t anyone be straight with me around here?” You mutter, taking another bite of the PB&J.

“I’m sorry, I wish-”

“You wish you could tell me, but you can’t, right?” You roll your eyes.

“No. I like, really, really can’t. Can you at least promise me you’ll be careful? And don’t walk anywhere alone at night.”

“I can’t really avoid that, I don’t know anyone here yet. I only moved here yesterday!”

“Well, then take my number. I don’t mind walking with you.”

“Why are you being so nice?”

“Because, you seem like a good person. Someone who probably moved here to get away from it all. I understand that.”

~

You and Alex chatted for hours, finally moving on from the Kiszka conversation. You learnt a lot about him, what made him tick, and about his home life. You came to the conclusion that you liked him very swiftly, especially when he told you he also loved The Rolling Stones. Talking to him was pretty effortless, it didn’t feel like a chore and it was actually quite enjoyable. He had a certain “golden retriever” type energy about him, that somewhat matched your “black cat” energy well. You were like yin and yang, and it worked. He dropped you back at your house when it got dark, becoming shifty as soon as the moon lit up the night sky. You said your goodbyes and he made you promise again that you’d call him if you needed him.

As soon as you crossed the threshold into your house, you could tell something wasn’t right. The air smelled… different. Not in a bad way, in fact it was an incredibly intoxicating fragrance. Nevertheless, it put you on high alert. Remembering you placed one of your old baseball bats from high school by the door, you grasp onto the handle. Moving at a snail like pace, you begin towards your kitchen.

Clear.

Your bedroom is next, just down the hall. The floorboards squeak as you try your best to remain silent. The door to your room is ajar, which is strange because you always close it before you leave. You peer in through the gap, seeing the room is empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, you enter the room and walk towards your bed, but before you get to it the door slams shut. You brace yourself as you spin around, the bat raised in your hands as you prepare to use it.

Jacob.

“Hello again, Y/N. Are you planning on using that on me?”

[zafill]

RULES!

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rdr1-2:

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Bill Williamson, Micah Bell, Lenny Summers, Sean MacGuire, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Tilly Jackson, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Molly O’Shea, Susan Grimshaw, Leopold Strauss, Reverend Orville Swanson, Simon Pearson, Kieran Duffy, Uncle, Josiah Trelawny

tlou1-2:

Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, Tommy Miller, Tess, Marlene, Bill, Frank, Henry, Sam, David, James, Dina, Jesse, Abby Anderson, Owen Moore, Mel, Manny Alvarez, Nora Harris,

Mha:

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Ochaco Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Momo Yaoyorozu, Fumikage Tokoyami, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Mina Ashido, Tsuyu Asui, Mezo Shoji, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Aoyama, Hanta Sero, Rikido Sato, Koji Koda, Toru Hagakure, Neito Monoma, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hado, Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Nemuri Kayama, Toshinori Yagi, Enji Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi Todoroki, Himiko Toga

Demon slayer:

Tanjiro Kamado, Nezuko Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Kanao Tsuyuri, Genya Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Muichiro Tokito, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibo, Doma, Akaza, Hantengu, Gyokko, Daki, Gyutaro, Kaigaku, Enmu, Rui.

Beastars:

Legoshi, Haru, Louis, Juno, Jack, Gohin, Ibuki, Bill, Riz, Pina, Dom, Kai, Collot, Durham, Miguno, Voss, Sagwan, Tao, Free, Kibi, Agata, Seven, Sheila, Rokume, Melon, Yahya, Gouhin.

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Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph Beifong, Zuko, Azula, Iroh, Ozai, Ursa, Ty Lee, Mai, Kuei, Long Feng, Jet, Hakoda, Kya, Pakku, Bumi, Jeong Jeong, Zhao, Piandao, Hama, Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, Yangchen.

avatar - the way of water:

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Neteyam Sully, Lo’ak Sully, Kiri Sully, Tuk Sully, Tsu’tey, Mo’at, Eytukan, Ronal, Tonowari, Tsireya, Aonung, Rotxo, Miles(spider)

detroit: become human: Connor, Markus, Kara, Hank Anderson, Luther, Alice, Amanda, North, Josh, Simon, Gavin Reed, Elijah Kamski, Rose Chapman, Carl Manfred, Leo Manfred, Chloe, Todd Williams, Daniel

until dawn: Sam Giddings, Josh Washington, Mike Munroe, Jessica Riley, Emily Davis, Matt Taylor, Ashley Brown, Chris Hartley, Beth Washington, Hannah Washington, Dr. Hill, The Stranger (flamethrower guy)

heavenly delusion (tengoku daimakyo): Maru, Kiruko, Tokio, Kona, Mimihime, Shiro, Anzu, Taka, Tarao, Robin Inazaki, Juichi, Yamada, Dr. Usami, Director (of Takahara Academy), Aoshima, Sawatari, Liviuman (Man-eaters), Juichi’s Son, Makoto

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By The Cliffs (Ch 2/?)

Paul Lahote x Female Reader

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Rating: Teen+ (for Swearing)

Word Count: 1000

Summary: It was supposed to be a vacation.

A time to relax after Graduate School and unwind the pent-up tension I'd built up in the years of juggling school and work. Finally, I'd have the chance to breathe. Craving the serenity of mother nature's caress, I'd chosen Forks, a four-hour drive from the University, based on the stories I'd heard from Washington locals I'd known in school. With its endless trees and rainy weather, it seemed a perfect sleepy dream spot.

In retrospect, my belief that it was solely my decision to visit and not the Universe's mystic call pulling me there was mortal ignorance. But who besides a creature possessing the gift of predestination could have anticipated what awaited me by the cliffs?

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of Meyer's Characters. This work is not created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: Meet Paul! Reminder that characters have been aged up. See Prev. Chapter for more info! Thanks for reading

Warnings: This fic overall includes imprinting, I've just cut out all the weird shit SMeyer included. Like no children are imprinted on in this fic and will not be<3 That's weird as hell<3<3

Enjoy!

I am starving.

"We're aware. You've mentioned it one-thousand times now," Jacob grumbles. He snaps his teeth at me as he flies by.

"Let's finish up patrol. Emily's got dinner ready," Sam's voice fills my head.

Catching up to Jake, I growl, tackling him to the ground for the hell of it, "You're gonna hear it a thousand times more, Black. Deal with it."

We wrestle briefly, and I get a few good bites in before Sam breaks up the fun with a harsh "Knock it off!" in his Alpha voice.

We separate at once, unable to disobey our Alpha's command.

"Act like adults," he growls at the two of us, "I don't want to be out all night because you two can't take patrol seriously."

"Yeah, Jake. Act like an adult."

Jacob flashes his teeth, "Well, isn't that the kettle calling the pot black."

I chuckle, "Close enough."

"God, you're annoying!" Jacob laughs, running off in front of me.

"I try my best!" I chase after him, snapping at his tail.

The wind blows through my fur as the three of us race through the woods. These were the moments I lived for, the super-speed running, being with my brothers, and complete blissful freedom. As we grow closer to Sam and Emily's house, an unfamiliar scent overwhelms my senses.

"What's that smell?" I speak without thinking.

"What smell? Smells like barbeque to me."

"Barbeque? Have I ever told you I love Emily?" Jacob jokes.

"Must be the food..." I trail off, ignoring Sam's sharp reply to Jacob, too hypnotized by the smell to care about their spat over Emily.

We phase back at the edge of the tree-line, Jacob and Sam talking about some truck Jake bought.

"--I just bought it last week. It drives pretty good; I was surprised. Really only needs a tune-up and--"

I can't pay attention, half because I don't care about the newest truck he's fixing up, half because I'm curious about the fragrance. It never smelled different around here; I wasn't sure I liked the change.

Jacob pushes me, "What's got you all... quiet for once?"

I brush him off, trying to scowl convincingly, "Nothing. Just hungry." Yeah, that's convincing enough. They seem to buy it, and I try to blend into their pre-dinner roughhousing.

Our laughter stops as Quill and Embry exit the front door, meeting us halfway across the yard.

"What's up with you two?" Jacob asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

They glance at each other before Embry drops the bomb, "There's something we have to warn you guys about before you go inside."

  "Listen, we--"

Embry stops me, "No, no. This is all you, Quil. I was an unfortunate bystander sucked into your idiotic decisions."

"Fine," I roll my eyes, "We brought a girl here."

"You did what?" Paul snarls. Sam puts his hand up to stop him from getting in my face.

"What do you mean you brought a girl here?" Sam says sternly, "You know that isn't allowed."

Embry steps into the conversation, "We caused her to fall and hit her head. On accident."

"Why didn't you leave her--"

I can't help the disgusted laugh that leaves me. Leave it to Paul to act like a heartless jerk.

"Do you really think we should've left her there in the middle of the woods?" I ask, already knowing what he's going to say.

"Yes!" Paul screams back, "She wasn't your problem! How stupid are you two?"

Embry shakes his head, "We weren't going to leave the girl in the middle of the woods, Paul. She was hurt, and it was our fault."

Paul inhales sharply, the shaking of his shoulders familiar to all of those who know him.

"There's no need to wolf out, Paul," Jacob rolls his eyes, looking annoyed.

Of course, this is exactly what pushes Paul right over the edge of anger into rage. The clothes on his body explode into fabric ribbons as the wolf overcomes the man.

"What the fuck!" A woman's voice yells over the commotion. All eyes look over at her, including Paul's.

  The rage that had previously boiled in my chest extinguished into nothingness as my eyes trained on her.

Her.

A new boiling replaces the rage. No, it couldn't be described as boiling. Boiling sounded harsh; whatever this was was warm like sunlight. Dazzling, the kind of warmth you wanted to bask in forever.

The feeling I would bask in forever if she'd let me. I had to tell her and explain that everything that was me was reaching out to her. Would always reach out to her. She was the center of my universe, the only thing to keep me grounded for however long I lived.

"For fucks sake!" Jacob screams through my thoughts, our telepathic connection telling him everything he needed to know about the situation, "A second ago, you didn't care if they'd left her in the forest; now you're imprinting on her?"

Quil's delighted thoughts ring through next, "Oh hell ya! See, you're happy now, aren't you? You're welcome, Paulie."

"Shut up!" I snap, gnashing my teeth at the two. I hated that nickname, and I hated that they could see and feel everything I'd just experienced. That moment should be mine and mine alone.

"What're you gonna do, loverboy?" I hear the teasing in Jacob's thoughts.

I growl, "I'm going to get some fucking pants so I can talk to her without freaking her out anymore than I already have."

I watch as my imprint sprints back into the house and listen to her yells of panic, warning Emily of what is happening outside.

The big bad wolves.

"Good plan!" Quil does a little hop, his tail wagging like a brain-dead dog, "I don't think she's taking the wolf thing so well. Probably, shouldn't try to talk to her butt naked. At least not right away."

"Do you ever shut up?" I snap at him again, chasing as he disappears into the brush.

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Hello! I am R, and I am 19 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. Thank you!

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✞ Call of Duty [No Requests]

—> Character(s): John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, John Price, König, Nikto, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

✞ Castlevania

—> Character(s): Adrian ‘Alucard’ Tepes, Drolta, Hector, Isaac, Mizrak, Olrox, Richter Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Vlad ‘Dracula’ Tepes

✞Fallout 4

—> Character(s): Cait, Codsworth, Deacon, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, Robert MacCready.

✞House of Ashes [No Requests]

—> Character(s): Eric King, Jason Kolchek, Joey Gomez, Nick Kay, Rachel King, Salim Othman.

✞Mortal Kombat

—> Character(s): Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Noob Saibot.

✞Outlast

—> Character(s): Chris Walker, Eddie Gluskin, Jeremy Blaire, Miles Upshur, Richard Trager.

✞Resident Evil

—> Character(s): Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ethan Winters, Finn Macauley, Jack Krauser, Jake Muller, Jill Valentine, Leon Kennedy, Lucas Baker, Luis Sera, Nikolai Zinoviev, Piers Nivans, Sherry Birkin.

✞The Quarry

—> Character(s): Abigail Blyg, Dylan Lenivy, Emma Mountebank, Jacob Custos, Kaitlyn Ka, Max Brinly, Nick Furcillo, Ryan Erzahler.

✞Tomb Raider

—> Character(s): Lara Croft

✞Until Dawn

—> Character(s): Ashley Brown, Christopher Hartley, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley, Joshua Washington, Matthew Taylor, Michael Monroe, Samantha Giddings.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬:

✞Transphobia, Homophobia, Racism, Sexism, Fetishizing, etc will not be tolerated. If you do anything related to any of those topics you will be blocked from my account.

✞Do NOT request things such as pedophilia, rape, zoophilia, etc . If anything you are requesting is like that you will be blocked from my account.

✞If you send hate in my anonymous inbox then you shall be ignored, and your message will be deleted. If you're going to be hatefully, don't be a pussy and hide behind an anon.

✞Minor shall interact with anything that is not labeled 18+/MDNI/smut. I can't stop you, nor am I going to carry out an investigation to find out if you're 18+. If you're a minor and you interact and see something you don't like; THATS NOT MY FAULT.

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✞If you are requesting please be specific about what you want. This includes characters, setting, whether it's ship/xreader/headcanons, and other criteria you want. I can't make it what you want if you don't tell me.

✞I will write smut, fluff, and angst. Headcanons, ships, x readers, preferences, etc are all acceptable within reason.

—> When it comes to smut I will write quite a bit, even somewhat darker themes (Again; I draw the line at things like rape). I may not be good due to having lack of practice from where I didn't write for awhile, my apologies.

—> When it comes to angst, I will write almost anything. I will write (TW) suicide, alcoholism and other addictions, etc. Though, I won't write EDs or self-harm. Similarly to smut, it may not be good due to lack of practice, my apologies.

—> Anything out of reason would be minor x adult in a pedophilic/romantic way, human x animal (no, this does not include monsters) in a zoophilic/romantic way, etc.

✞Be patient, I will want to take my time on requests for various reasons. Sometimes I need breaks, sometimes I don't have any ideas, sometimes I will have writing sprees. It depends on the minute, so again, be patient. If you complain about how long it takes your request will be deleted and ignored.

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✞I will mostly write m!reader (AMAB and AFAB), but if you do want f!reader or gn!reader just let me know in your request, and I will do. If you do not specify I will either do m!reader or gn!reader by default. The only exception to this is if it is a lesbian/sapphic character.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝:

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