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Imprint!Reader x Paul Lahote (Platonic) & Embry Call (Romantic)
This was requested by an anonymous, but I loved writing this concept. They originally asked for a polly type relationship, but because I was uncomfortable with the concept I got their permission to write it where it's polly, but one is platonic and the other is romanic. Hope you enjoy!
Two imprints. Two imprints when one imprint was already supposed to be rare. And it was weird.
You weren't even Quileute. You had just moved to the reservation with your mom and your new step-dad who just so happened to have Quileute in him.
Everything happened at chance as to how it came to be that you were an imprint to two people.
Embry Call and Paul Lahote.
It was strange how walking on the beach by yourself turned into suddenly (almost) running into quite literally a pack of shirtless Native Americans.
They weren't even concerned with you at first not until you had actually ran into Paul.
You looked up after hitting his naked chest and you were captured in his eyes. You were do hyper focused in on his eyes that you could see the little flecks of gold interlaced with the dark brown. And warmth filled in your blood and your skin, and suddenly it didn't matter that you'd probably just made a fool of yourself.
But Paul was horrified and he let it show on his face. He was dating Rachel. He had just started dating Rachel and he had imprinted.
So whilst you sat there, mouth gaping as you watched the half-naked guy who'd you ran into start to shake with anger, and the other people around him were holding onto him attempting to calm him down, you were grabbed by the arms by a set of warm hands.
And then whoever was pulling you and holding you in their arms away from the angry man, spoke.
"Hey! Listen it'll all be okay. He just gets ma-"
He had turned you around, making eye contact with you. It was supposed to be reassuring but it only seemed to cause panic to ripple throughout everyone around you.
But why? Why was it such a big deal? What was even happening?
The man, also shirtless held eye contact almost longer than the other one. But staring into his eyes, you could feel your insides shifting.
As if they were making room and locking into place.
As if you were finally complete.
Your breath was knocked out of you and warmth filled you once again. But it was a different kind.
It traveled into your blood and your skin. All the way through your body and down to your toes. And yet you were shivering.
A shaky breath turned into a small, "Hi." from you and the man, who you'd later find out was Embry Call, smiled only faintly.
It was awkward after that. The mysterious men walked away, with trouble of course.
Paul, you'd also find out was shaking with anger and Embry was only reduced to a confused, upset puppy. Mopping behind the pack while they made their way into the forest.
You thought you would see the last of them. But that didn't happen as they were in your English and History class.
At first, they weren't sure how this was supposed to work. And even their wolves seemed confused. Not sure if they should fight each other or share.
It wasn't normal.
But it was what it was, so after a few awkward conversations with Sam and multiple heated arguments with each other, Embry and Paul came to the conclusion they would let you decide.
You would see them both a lot then. It was almost confused about how much these two boys cared. You became friends with them immediately but found it odd that they were always flanking you on both sides like body guards.
Paul was the first to notice that although he had imprinted on you and they had agreed that they would let you decide, he found that he still loved Rachel. He cared for you more than anything could be described but he didn't see his future flashing at him with you cuddled into him or even kissing you. You were there in his head, but you almost felt like a sister or a best friend. A very best friend.
He tried hiding it, feeling as if it would be shameful to not feel anything but immense love for his imprint in a way that meant they'd be lovers.
But when Embry revealed himself to you as a wolf and they both took you to the bonfire, you were more than fine with it.
Paul didn't come out right and tell you he only thought of you as a best, best friend.
It was you who said, "Paul...I do-don't really think of you like that. I mean...I know you imprinted on me and Embry did, too. But I feel a different kind of...feeling when I'm with Embry then I'm with you."
You had bitten your lip, face growing pale.
You had expected him to get that hurt look in his eyes that Em did when you said you had to get up from cuddling to use the bathroom, but instead you were pulled into a suffocating hug.
And then Paul was laughing a happy laugh and almost like he couldn't believe it, his eyes stayed wide open.
"Y/N! I love you, but...I also don't feel that way. I love Rachel. And I love you. But I love you differently than I love Rachel."
Then you were smiling up at him, because you hated thinking you had ruined their relationship and that you'd hurt some poor girl. Paul and Rachel were gonna be okay.
And then there was Embry. He was always nervous, which was out of character for him to those who'd known him his entire life.
He took you to the beach where you first met, of course after getting a stern talking to by Paul himself.
He kissed you against the sand when you both had tripped while only paying attention to each other. His lips warm and soft. You felt his smile when you ran a hand through his cropped, dark hair.
Every second Friday of the month, both Paul and Embry will take you to the beach. Wanting to reminisce on when they first laid their eyes on their imprint.
The three of you walking along the shore.
You holding both of their hands, only difference being that you were leaning into Embry.
You leaned your head on Em's shoulder then.
For it always raining, the sun sure did shine today.
"I love you, both. You know?"
Paul smiled, squeezing your hand.
Embry let out a puff of air throw his nose with a happy little snort, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
"Yeah."
You Know Each Other? - Paul Lahote
Paul x Fem!reader
Emmet x friend reader
Warnings: Jealously?
Word count: 934
Summary: Paul getting extremely protective over his imprint the reader. When they meet up with the Cullens and it turns out Y/n and Emmet know eachother and are really close friends.
Arthors Note: I like putting Paul with a strong reader cause I think his imprint would have to be very strong and opinionated to be able to put up with him. Everyone puts him with these shy little wallflowers and I get that it's cute and he’d be protective and sweet but no one puts him with someone who would challenge him on occasions.
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“That last name sounds familiar.” Y/n wondered out loud as they were talking about their plans for tomorrow. The last name sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it.
“Cullen?” Paul questioned confused on how she would know that name. She hadn’t been in Forks long enough.
Y/n nodded. “Yeah. But I can’t place where from.”
“Hmmm.” Paul hummed but Y/n could tell what he was thinking.
“No, Paul.” Y/n turned her head to him as he readjusted himself on their couch.
“What?” Paul said playing innocent but he knew she knew.
“I know that look.” Y/n stated poking Paul in the chest.
“What look? I’m not doing a look.” Paul raised his hands up in mock surrender.
“Yes, you are and I’m going.” Y/n nodded and gave him a strict look with her eyes. She was going whether he liked it or not.
“Sometimes I hate how well you know me.” Paul growled out frustrated but he knew there was no stopping her.
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“Just stay close to me. Please.” Paul pleaded to Y/n as they pulled up to the clearing where the pack and the Cullens were meeting up. Just to update each other on things and hang out, have some fun. Ever since they had to team up together things had been good between the two groups.
“I’ll do what I want when I want. You don’t own me.” Y/n turned to look at him as she spoke. “I love that you're protective of me but they're not going to hurt me so, chill. Please.”
“You’re lucky your my imprint.” he grumbled pulling her into his chest and kissing her. Not many people could talk to him like that and live.
“An that you love me.” Y/n smiled up at him goofy.
“Yeah, that too.” Paul nodded mirroring her smile before they kissed again.
“y/n?” Someone said and Y/n pulled away from Paul who had decided to tickle her upon hearing her name. Even the voice sounded familiar.
“Emmett?” Y/n looked over shocked to see him there.
“Well holy shit girl!” Emmett ran towards her and Y/n meet him in the middle. He picked her up in a big tight hug, spinning her around. Y/n could see Rosalie smiling over at them.
“Long time no see Em!” Y/n laughed happily, hugging him back tight as well.
“How’ve you been girly?” Emmett asked as he put her down with a smile on his face. It had been a year or two since they had seen each other.
“I’ve been great. What about you? If I knew you were one of the Cullen’s in town I would’ve tried to contact you earlier.” Y/n answered nodding, it was great getting to see him again. Y/n had met all the Cullen’s a few years back. She knew what they were and didn’t care, she had missed them. At least now she knew some people in town.
Y/n had met Paul out of Forks and came back with him to visit and so he could explain the imprint thing better. So she didn’t really know anyone in the town she had pretty much moved into.
“Been awesome and don’t worry about it. But hey do you live in town now?” he asked smiling, Emmett couldn’t help it he missed the girl he thought of as a sister.
Y/n nodded. “Yeah, now I do. I’m Lahote’s imprint.”
“Pauls imprint?” Emmett raised his eyebrows in shock.
“Yeah, that's right.” Paul said gruffly as he approached the two. It was no secret how Paul Emmett didn’t get along. An now his imprint seemed to be good friends with his enemy.
Y/n smacked Paul's shoulder. “Cool it.”
“Nah, he’s ok Y/n/n. Just protecting his girl. Even though I’m no threat.” Emmett shrugged off Paul's aggressive nature. He’d do the same thing. Whether it was Rosalie or even Y/n.
“Hmmm.” Paul hummed with a scowl on his face.
“We’re good friends Paul. Emmett’s like a brother to me.” Y/n stated with an eye roll directed to her boyfriend.
“Yeah, man. She’s like a little sister to me. I will tell you though, your a lucky man to have her.” Emmett said, it was honestly a compliment towards Paul but even Emmett had the sense to know Paul probably wouldn’t take it as one.
“Oh, he knows.” Y/n smiled over in Paul's direction next to her. She was joking but Paul knew it was true.
Emmett laughed. “I’m sure he does. But if you ever hurt her I will come after you. Got it?”
To say Paul was shocked, about multiple things would be an understatement. But he nodded to the vampires’ statement. “Yeah.”
With that Emmett left the new couple be and headed back over to Rosalie and Alice.
Y/n turned to face Paul, stepping closer to him. “I’m yours you can cool the hostility.”
Paul looked at her and sighed shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”
“I get your mortal enemies or whatever but he’s one of my bestest most close friends. Can you please just try? For me?” Y/n asked giving him her best puppy dog eyes she could.
Paul rolled his eyes but nodded none the less. He’d do anything for her, even try and be friends or at least sivial with Emmett Cullen. “For you.”
Y/n smiled placing her hands on his shoulder, using them as leverage to lean up and kiss him. She was truly grateful that he would try for her.
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@gruffle1
Dating Paul Lahote
When he first imprints on you, you got scared because his gaze was so intense
That and with all the rumors kind of weary of him
I feel like he's like Jacob when it come to imprinting, he doesn't like the idea of it
Sam and Jared talk to him an tell him to accept it
He does, hesitantly
Trying to talk to you
Terrified he's going to scare you off
Very flirtly after talking with you the first couple times
But not the very obvious type of flirting it's the subtle type that you're would have to rethink to get
You ever catch him shirtless he's going to be the most confident but shy person in the room
Constant touching (his hands on your waist, back hugs, FOREHEAD KISSES, etc)
Jared teases Paul every chance he can get
Paul brings jackets to the beach whenever you come, not because he gets cold, it's for you
Whenever you're at Emily's together you're sitting on his lap, no arguing about it
His anger issues calm down a lot whenever you're around
You not liking Bella that much because she hit Paul
He deserved it but still upset you
His flirting got so much worse
Not bad worse but more often and more forward
Calls you his angel
Talks to you about his mom
You see a spider? It's gone, Paul got it
He's going to protect you no matter what
Likes it when you watch him cliff dive
Shows off a lot in front of you, you say he doesn't have to do that but you're not complaining
Beach dates are hi favorite thing
Will start to tear up at your wedding, definitely proposed
When it comes to allowing the dead to use him as a temporary voice, medium Min Yoongi takes personal protection very seriously. He starts every day with a visit to Kim Taehyung, who inks the best body wards in the city... But what is Yoongi to do when the imprint Taehyung makes leaves Yoongi craving far more than a professional relationship?
Min Yoongi needed three things to start his day (well, night) off right.
One: Coffee.
No matter how many years he’d worked the night shift, part of his brain craved a daily dose of (at least indirect) sunlight. The dead, however, didn’t feel the same. They came alive—for lack of a better term—after dark. And as a court-appointed civil medium with a master’s degree in spiritual diversity and social work, the dead and dead adjacent were his clientele.
Yoongi’s job more or less entailed helping the living make peace with the dead. Sometimes it was the other way around, though that was distinctly more dangerous. The dead weren’t quite as aware of things like boundaries and personal space as they might have been while alive. They wanted what they wanted, and sometimes they decided to just take it. Which led to…
Two: Music.
He carried the best headphones his money could buy. The very visible, over the ear, noise-canceling variety, because the dead noticed when they were noticed. Inevitably, in a city of ten million-plus, in a peninsular country ravaged by historical wars—there were a lot of dead to contend with. He’d learned how to stare into the middle distance, as though never really focused on much of anything. And the dead gave off a low radiance, a sort of glow that made them very easy to visually spot.
Sound on the other hand—well, it wasn’t easy to ignore sounds he didn’t see the immediate source of. More than one spirit had caught him off guard that way, and involuntary possession sucked ass. At best, he lost a few hours. At worst—well, he hadn’t experienced the worst. He’d lost coworkers who had, though.
Which brought him to the final and most recent ingredient of his daily ritual…
8.6K | complete
Mature
M/M
Oof... there’s a long way to go here. But my first story went someplace unexpected and magical... and I’ll probably not even come close to a bingo, because I have TOO MANY IDEAS.
Still...
IMPRINT / 8.6K, mature
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23436415
When it comes to allowing the dead to use him as a temporary voice, medium Min Yoongi takes personal protection very seriously. He starts every day with a visit to Kim Taehyung, who inks the best body wards in the city... But what is Yoongi to do when the imprint Taehyung makes leaves Yoongi craving far more than a professional relationship?
Vante’s Body Shop.
To the uninformed, it sounded like a place to get a car fixed, or maybe—given its quaint semi-basement location beneath a chic eatery in Hongdae—a discreet adult store or spa. It was actually home to the best body ward witch in all of Seoul. If not for the recommendation of his best friend and Seoul police detective, Kim Namjoon, Yoongi might never have known what a difference a body ward could make, especially for a medium. Now, Vante’s was the place he visited every day he worked to magically “armor up” before his shift. His work paid better than average for a government employee, what with the high rate of burnout and hazard, so he could thankfully afford the nightly process of getting inked.
He was running late tonight, his fourth week working with the ward witch, so it was almost sunset as Yoongi hopped the bus from his apartment, transferred to the subway, and exited at the Hongik University Station. From there, it was a few blocks’ hike to the shop. He slipped into the store, breathless, the bell above chiming his arrival just as the sun dipped below the horizon.
“Cutting it close tonight, eh, Yoongi-ssi?”
Kim Taehyung—Vante to most everyone who ventured in here—greeted Yoongi with a cheery wave. The reception area was a small kitchenette and café style seating, where Taehyung currently poured steaming water into a plum colored cast iron teapot. Yoongi’s gaze fell on strong hands, climbing slowly to the almost painfully lovely face gracing him with a welcoming smile.
Taehyung was tall and of an almost stocky build compared to Yoongi’s slight frame. Skin golden and warm next to his own moon-kissed tone, dotted here and there with absurdly attractive freckles and moles. He scooped a long, veiny hand through his hair, black and wavy and shaggy enough to earn the scorn of clean-cut elders, wild enough to make Yoongi’s fingers itch to touch. To tangle and tug.
“Would you like some tea?” His voice was something…special. Low. Calm. Just a hint of huskiness. “Lemon balm tonight.”
He’d never been the biggest fan of being out and about, but somehow, Taehyung soothed the tension in him away with a smile and a handful of words. Here, he always felt welcome. Safe.
“Ah, Taehyung-ssi. Sorry I’m late. I may have run the last two blocks.” His cheeks burned, partly from effort and the winter chill, partly from being caught out. “Tea sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23436415
The Right Track (Sequel Of Love Hate F****** Heartbreak)
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Paul x reader
Summary: After the night of which you and Paul’s arguements reached a new low, you deal with the aftermath in your own way. What will happen when your imprint appears and you must now face the anguish the both of you have suffered from a 'needed’ time apart.
PART ONE
When you fell into restless sleep as you finally got home that fateful night, you promised yourself that you would not give in to the call of your imprint. He needs to learn his lesson, and you've been doing well for nearly a week now. You've been avoiding Emily's and Kim's and even the beach. You felt bad at first for seemingly ignoring your friends, but you knew that they understood your stand of silence and they were all proud of you for finally sticking up for yourself. Every night, Emily would call to check up on you and your heart would clench when you could hear his begging in the background.
"Is that (Y/N)? Let me talk to her! Please, baby please talk to me!"
Tears would stream down your face and you would hang up automatically. Then about 5 days in, the pain of the distance from your wolf sets in at full force. You whimper and toss and turn at night, and past your cries you could hear a wolf howl in pain as well. It's killing you to be away from him, but you couldn't bare to go back to how things were. No fucking way. Day 7 is when it seems he's had enough of you distancing yourself. You're in the shower, numbly going through the motions of your personal hygiene when your curtain is ripped back and you shriek.
Your jaw falls open at how wrecked your boyfriend looks right now. His eyes are red and bloodshot with heavy bugs under his eyes. His normal copper skin a now sickly shade of grey, and he hasn't shaved. You shudder when you look into his eyes, you've never seen Paul look so feral. You stay silent, not knowing how to handle the situation at the moment. He hands you your towel before stepping away so you could get out. The tension is suffocating, and you find yourself trembling as you brush past him into your bedroom.
He stands in the doorway, brooding. You don't pay him any mind as you dig through drawers to find a new set of clothes, suddenly feeling vulnerable while only being clad in a towel. His gaze nearly scorches you and he finally sighs before plopping down on the edge of your bed.
"Just tell me what I can do to make this better."
You don't answer for a moment, collecting your thoughts.
"Listen Paul I-. I just need time."
You hear the bed creek and suddenly two tanned arms wrap around your waist. You flinch and hurry to put some distance between you and the temperamental wolf of yours. You don't need to look at Paul to know the very hurt expression that most certainly covers his face as of now.
"And space."
You turn to walk back into the bathroom, yearning for privacy to dress when his hoarse voice shatters the tense silence.
"No."
You stop and turn to look at him, a little pissed and a lot confused. Paul takes merely two steps into your personal space, chest to- well your chest only reaches his upper torso. His eyes are only burning black, his whole body tensed. You ache to reach out and gently smooth the creases from his face, but your pride and wounded-self holds you back.
"What the hell do you mean no?"
"I mean," he grabs you around your waist to pull you into his embrace to bury his face into your hair, "No."
And then he crashes his lips into yours for a bruising kiss. You struggle in his hold, trying not to succumb to the siren call of the annoying ass imprint bond. Paul breaks the kiss, but only holds you tighter so you cannot get away from him. It takes you a moment to register the shaking and the deep breaths. You only struggle harder and finally he relents, you taking an immediate step back.
"I swear to fucking god, Paul, if you shift in my- oh my god are you crying?"
Paul just stares back at you with tears running down his face before he collapses to the ground in gut-wrenching sobs. You open and close your mouth a few times before moving closer your despairing soulmate, and he immediately grabs your hips and buries his face into your stomach.
"Please, please, don't push me away anymore. I'll do anything baby, I really will. Just not that. Please don't make me be alone, I can't even breath without you. It hurts so bad," his tearful mumbles and little hiccups break your resistance and you find yourself stroking through his hair while gently soothing him.
"Shh, shh. You're not alone Paul, you still have the pack," he lifts his face from your now tear-sodden towel and the look of utter hopelessness steals both your words and your breath away.
"It's not the same. Please (Y/N), you can't say you haven't felt it too. I just miss you so bad. I miss you sleeping next to me, and the way you smile and laugh at my dumb jokes. Please, I promise I'll be good."
Damn, imprint.
"Alright, Paul, I won't push you away anymore," He jumps up to pull you into his arms but you hold up a hand to signal that you weren't through talking yet. Paul's tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, nervously, and you have to look away to clear your train of thought.
"We are going to set a few boundaries though." Paul nods enthusiastically and pulls you to sit next to him on the bed.
"Number one, no more alcohol. You have no filter sober, so lets not test your motormouth anymore. Number two, no more degrading comments or orders. Last time I checked, I am not your bitch, so don't treat me like one. I'm not fetching you beers or being your punching bag for when you can't handle shit. Number three," You nervously glance up at his sincere eyes for this next one, "no sex. For a while." You can see his reaction, his form turning rigid. This one would definitely be a challenge, but hey it wasn't just going to be hard for him. Since Paul is no good at expressing his feelings, he often uses sex to communicate his inner emotions. So with no sex, he's taken out of his comfort zones and forced to man up and talk shit out.
"I'm not just saying that to be a jerk, Paul. Believe me, it's hard for me as well. But even though my body physically reacts to you and the bond, I'm just not ready mentally to be intimate with you yet. You really hurt me, and distancing myself from the throes of passion is the only chance at salvaging this relationship." You finally look at him, gauging his reaction to whether or not to move any fragile items from his arms' reach. He stays tense for a moment, eyes burning a hole into your worn down rug but finally he turns to you with a guarded expression.
"Alright. But with one condition," you raise your eye-brow and straighten your posture.
"I get to sleep in your bed with you at night. Don't even look at me like that, I damn well know that you haven't slept well in days and neither have I. So before both of us lose our minds, just concede to that at least."
You can't help the tick of your jaw as you catch the slight order, but you know he's right and his cocky ass already knows it too.
"Glad to see the confident side of you again love," you roll your eyes, " _fine,_but no funny business Lahote. I mean it."
Before he could say anything else, you pull your clothes to your chest and walk into your bathroom. Paul shakes his head with a chuckle and a small smile, hopeful that he and you were on the right track again.
"Wouldn't dream of it baby!" He calls as he finally relaxes into your blankets, the smell of you instantly chasing away the dark loneliness that he's been plagued with ever since the night he fucked up. And even though you're trying to restrain yourself from jumping back into the madness that is Paul Lahote, you allow your self a similar hopeful smile in the bathroom mirror.
The right track indeed...
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@redgirl818 @kennie-hufflepuff @reallykosborne @cookiecakeslive
Jacob Black x Reader (this is just for jokes)
Walking towards the edge of the cliff, you sat down and let your legs dangle over the edge. You watched the waves crash against the shore, letting the sound calm you and bring a sense of peace after the long day you had.
School had been nothing but stressful and your dad didn't help any. He made you help him build the shed for his private times to do god knows what. It pissed you off, but you didn't feel like arguing so you did what you were told to do and then drove off in your truck right after.
Being alone always helped calm you after a long day. Sometimes you'd be with another person, Jacob to be exact, but today you wanted to be alone. Though, you were only alone for about half an hour before Jacob showed up. He sat right next to you and didn't say anything at first, enjoying the view alongside you.
"You seem upset. What happened?" You sighed and glanced at him. "School. School happened. And then my dad forced me to help him build his stupid shed that I'm not even going to be allowed in." He only watched you as you ranted. He could see how much the day had affected you.
After you finished ranting, he pulled you into his chest. You nuzzled your face into him, letting yourself finally relax after a tough day.
"Y/N, I-I have something to confess and I'm not entirely sure how you're gonna take it," He had said. You looked up at him from your position against his chest with concern and motioned for him to keep going. "You know how I'm a wolf and we imprint on our soulmates, right?" You nodded, waiting for him to continue.
He pushed you away gently to look into your eyes. Behind his, you found nothing but love, and slight fear as he looked at you. Your head tilted to the side in confusion, but you still said nothing. He sighed and brought a hand up to cup your cheek. You instinctively leaned into it.
"Y/N, I-how do I say this? You're my imprint." Your eyes widened, and he looked at you with worry. Then a wide grin made its way across your face, and you pulled him into a kiss. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you closer.
"Thank god because I'm madly in love with you Jacob Black." He chuckled and kissed you again. "And I'm madly in love with you, too Y/N Y/L/N."