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Being a vampire and best friends with Leah Clearwater would look like:
As you can imagine, you two were natural enemies in the beginning. A shifter and a vampire? Who are best friends? Yeah like that could work.
But surprisingly, the two of you had more in common. You enjoyed movies, music, books, crafts, and traveling. You talked shit about the men around you. Judged the humans when they made stupid decisions--to which Leah would scold you for threatening to drain them of their blood.
The friendship was a slow progression. And considering you were forbidden onto the Rez and Leah despised being near the Cullens, you two hung out in Forks or traveled to nearby ones. Then on special occasions (birthdays, holidays) your super speed was an advantage to get to Canada, Seattle, or cross state lines for the day.
At functions where the Cullens and Wolf Pack are together, you two take to a corner to talk shit and judge everyone--completely unbothered by the fact they can all hear you. "Did you hear the latest scandal at the high school? It's rather juicy." "You mean the history teacher and guidance counselor? Yeah I overheard some seniors talking about it at the diner."
You're Sam's biggest hater and always lets him know it.
Seth is the one member of the pack; besides Leah, you would do anything for. He's like a surrogate little brother and after many years of friendship with Leah, he looks to you as an older sibling.
Esme and Carlisle are very welcoming to Leah, and it takes a bit before Leah willingly comes to the Cullen house. Rosalie and Jasper keep their distance, but Alice tries to give fashion advice and join y'all when you go shopping.
You guys exchange books, buy gifts related to the other's interests. Leah teaches you social media, and you tell stories of your past.
Leah sends you memes of vampire related media to piss you off. In retaliation, you gave her a plastic dog bone as a gag gift.
You'll have human snacks and beverages in your room for when she comes over and pack them when you go on weekend vacations to get away from your families.
Leah scouts the animal population and keeps updated of the hunting season.
When you graduate high school for the dozenth time and Leah goes off to college you two get an apartment together. Preferable closer to wooded area and not downtown in the city. Y'alls aesthetics are completely opposite so when Leah brings classmates over to work on projects (with warning of course) they often make comments like, "Wow, this wasn't exactly what I expected."
Once a week, you'll drain the blood of an animal into a wine bottle so you guys can chill in the living room where Leah has a glass of wine and you have a glass of blood. She'll rant about her classmates and professors, and you'll share opinions on current world topics.
b*tch who stole Christmas — 1. Jimmy Holiday [Winter Prompts]
A/N: It’s only right that I keep on feeding the tag no? In this case, reader is slightly messy and Jimmy’s mom doesn’t like it one bit. Happy first day of December & stay warm if you’re in a place that’s below 40 degrees! 🤍
PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: SITUATIONS — Getting snowed in + DIALOGUE PROMPTS — "There's nothing to do!" // "Oh, really?"
WARNINGS: language, alluding to sexy time with a cut off scene because teenagers ya know! + slight talks of sex, & unbothered reader who is okay not being besties with Ms. Holiday.
Jimmy scoffed with his hands tucked underneath his pits, glaring out the window of the cabin his mom wanted to spend the holiday season in. His temple rested against the cool window as he peeked upwards, watching the chunks of snow plop from the roof and down onto the marshmallow fluff colored ground.
He wasn’t the biggest fan of staying at this cabin anymore (now that his grandfather was gone, although it has been years! it still didn’t feel right without him) that his mom’s father owned. Jimmy wasn’t aware that this would probably be their last time here since Gloria would have to try to fix it up some, make it “nice” enough to sell. She didn’t know when she would break the news and could blame the delay on someone else, yet she was the adult here and would have to bite the bullet at some point. In fact, he wasn’t even a fan of the cold. It just didn’t make sense to be this cold, especially when it took time to warm up the place with the firewood and space heaters that he definitely still had a burn on his leg from last year.
As for his mom? She lived for the winter, you honestly wouldn’t think that but she found it depressing enough just constantly staring out at the dirt, which Jimmy could understand and sure a white Christmas was cool and all but after a day it needed to go.
He believed his mom plotted this, knowing they would be snowed in for days at that. The home was stocked but she still made him pack up the car with extras, which should have been a dead giveaway. Jimmy was just happy that he got to drive his mom’s car up to the cabin.
“There’s nothing to do!” Jimmy grumbled into the quiet of the cabin.
The fire was crackling and Jimmy was left alone with his thoughts as his mom disappeared for a nap—who knows how long ago. Arms locked around his waist, making him quickly glance over his shoulder to peek at a familar face.
“Oh, really?” You say almost purring as Jimmy turns in your arms, “I think i can think of a few things.”
He almost forgot you were here, meeting him and his mom at the cabin much to Gloria’s annoyance. Jimmy didn’t hear the end of that and got a good slap before she greeted you, telling you to help unload the car if you were going to be staying with them. You barely lifted a finger before leaping into Jimmy’s arms.
“I didn’t think you were coming?” He said against your lips.
You laugh, “And miss Christmas with my favorite gift?”
“I knew i was,” he shrugs, a smirk playing on the corner of his mouth followed by a lick of his lips, “but it’s nice to hear.”
Jimmy lets his hands slide dangerously low at your spine as he stared down at you with his sunset eyes, “can you? Does it have something to do with you getting all dressed up?”
Laughing lightly, you knew he would like this dress as soon as you put it on, modeling it in one of the bathrooms while you took a selfie and would unfortunately have to post later once the service decided to act right, you tilt your head to the right as Jimmy presses a kiss to your neck, loving just the way your skin felt against his mouth. He was letting some facial hair grow in along with the hair on his head and the scratch from his chin and tickle from the curtain of his hair felt just right.
“I put this on, just so you can take it off.” You whisper.
His brows rose after letting his eyes trail over the top of the dress that hung off your shoulders. “With my mom here? Are you crazy?”
“I’m a lot of things according to her,” you sigh not the least bit affected—already aware what Ms. Holiday’s issue with you is but if you let the opinion of others run your life, you would be miserable just like most of them, “…I just thought I could help with your boredom is all.”
Your hands trail up his torso to his chest, to lock your arms around his neck. Jimmy leans to peck your shoulder, considering it but definitely tried to be the voice of reason with the devil on his shoulder—or you if one really looked at it but you’re too damn pretty to be referred to as such, if you asked Jimmy.
“…I’m sure there’s some board games we can get into.”
You laugh as you step back from Jimmy’s hold, “I’ve got a game too,” you spun on your heels, already feeling his eyes on your backside, “Couch or bed?”
Jimmy blinks his stare back to your face, not catching your drift in this moment, “We can play anywhere, it dont matter.”
“Exactly.” You state with a curl of your finger and Jimmy catches the look in your eye, which makes him clasp his hands on top of his head and let out a long exhale.
He searched around the cabin, trying to find one of the many clocks in the home. He felt like he was on the court in that moment, trying to keep track of time before making his next move. He weighed out the options and you felt like the very best one, although some would say different, he didn’t care.
Jimmy almost runs up to you, which didn’t take long with his height, as he traps you against the wall, lips heated on yours. He still tastes like caramel from the hot chocolate his mom made earlier that afternoon and his palms slip from the wall and are warm against your hips. You have no problem matching his speed as you trail your hands up his lengthy hair, nails scrapping right against his scalp, knowing that would make the prettiest of sounds fall from his plump lips and into yours.
“Bed, now.” Jimmy manages to pull away from your lips.
Mouths swollen, you slip underneath his arm, attempting to make your way over to the couch, you let out a yelp as Jimmy spins you by the waist before bending to lift you over his shoulder.
“Quiet,” Jimmy shushed you as he carries you down the hallway.
You’re giggling even more as you give his butt a slap, making him suck his teeth.
“Ayo, chill! Ain’t nothing back there for you.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” You answer, making Jimmy shake his head, he knew what type of time you were on and you’ve taken him to many levels before but he’d like to keep that private—although his friends definitely tried to get Jimmy to share what time was like with you in the locker room.
They were his boys and none of them really had any filter, except maybe Warlance and Leland but it wasn’t anybody’s business. Jimmy was a bit defensive when it came to you since you originally tried to shoot your shot with Nataanii but he wasn’t in the right mindset to fool around or be in a relationship. He ended up putting in a good word for his boy Jimmy instead, who was always curious about you. You were naturally flirtatious and that got you into some trouble and not always the good kind.
Rumors already had people labeling and you got tired of constantly defending yourself against an asshole on the lacrosse team who made up some shit to ruin you. You were just you and those that really knew you, trusted you more than anything. Jimmy knew the truth because you talked about it but you hardly liked being vulnerable. And after that scare with Nataanii? Jimmy made it his mission to really be there for his friends but you made it clear y’all were not friends.
Just two people who liked to keep each other company.
Jimmy’s got that toothy grin on his face, even after you kicked him out of the guest room. He’s seated by the fireplace, watching the fire that still seemed to be burning…when it should have been out by now but he’s too busy in that afterglow to put anything together. Cup of tea in his hand as he watches the flames flicker.
He hears the creaking of the wooden floor, not bothering to glance over his shoulder and assumed it was you as he says, “Maybe you were right, the couch might have been the move.”
“Yeah? Why don’t you move your ass to the table because we need to talk.”
Jimmy sharply inhaled, picking up on the tone of his mother. He takes his time bringing his eyes to meet her darker ones, her arms crossed tightly, brows furrowed, and full lips in a scowl as she glared down at her son. He blinks, spotting you sitting at table in his wool patterned sweater, legs crossed over the other as you rested your chin into the palm of your hand, hair a tangled mess, with a easy smile on your lips as you wink at him.
Slouching down at the table across from you to the point his knees brushed against yours, Jimmy dared a glance at you, who was amused that the both of you got caught. Gloria kept her arms crossed but swayed from one foot to the other agitated or disgusted.
The woman was about to go off on the two teens. Her relationship with her son has been going well now that she was able to get herself together and stay out of trouble yet they often butted heads when it came to you.
“…I can’t believe you—well y/n I can but you Jimmy? Would be so disrespectful!” Gloria’s been going off for a while now, “Do you honestly think I wouldn’t know what you two were up to? I was a teen once too ya know?! I even thought about bursting in there but I wanted to save us all the embarrassment.”
Shrugging you interrupt while Jimmy widens his eyes at you, “I’m far from embarrassed.”
“Excuse me?” Gloria grits, “You should be.”
“Why? Because we like to have sex and you just like everyone else take one look at me and think I’m some sort of hoe without getting to know the first thing about me?” You fire off but keep your tone leveled being used to this, “Whatever happened to sex positivity? I don’t think you know much about it. We’re safe if that’s what you’re so worried about. Wrap it before you tap it and all that! I’m not messing around on your son either.”
Jimmy perked up at that last part only because he knew if you looked at his mother she just might explode, “…for real?”
“Yeah.” You shrug your shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal. He told you after your third time together that he didn’t like the idea of this being an open relationship—although neither of you established this as that.
You kept your word.
Even slapped a few girls in the bathroom that liked to brag about how they intended to make Jimmy their baby daddy by the end of school year.
Not if you had something to say about it.
“Okay, enough of this!” Gloria slammed her hands down on the table to break up your staring contest, “Doing what you two did is not only disrespectful to me but your elder. Also I’m your mother so what I say goes! You invited her here while this is supposed to be family time and she’s not family.”
“Mom.” Jimmy starts but Gloria gives him the side eye, which makes him roll his eyes.
Gloria turns back to you but you look her right in the eye, “I don’t like you and it’s no secret. You’re not right for my son and as soon as this snow clears up, I want you gone. Got that?”
“Yup, whatever you say, Ms. Gloria.” You sigh not bothering to look back at Jimmy because you expected this happening, “Want a cup of tea?”
Gloria scoffs, “I can make my own…wouldn’t want you coming up with any new ideas to suddenly posion me.”
“Ma, you’re doing too much right now.” Jimmy speaks, not appreciating how she was speaking to you.
He knew this wasn’t his house but it also wasn’t his mother’s. He knew if he would have brought up the idea of you spending Christmas with them instead, she would have immediately shut it down. His mom just didn’t get you like he did and he wasn’t just talking about the bedroom either.
“Am I?” Gloria tilts her head at her son, “I’m looking out for your best interest.”
“Are you?” Jimmy presses, “You think you deserve the mother of the year award? Seems a little bit like control to me. Maybe you need to go on a date or something and butt out what I’ve got going on.”
The room goes sickeningly quiet at that.
This wouldn’t be the first time Gloria and Jimmy went at it and said some hurtful things.
“Okay…Since you suddenly think it’s cool to not respect the woman that gave you life? Why don’t you take your deer ankles for a body with a smart ass mouth attached to your room,” Gloria rounds off, “Before I ring your neck.” She finishes as Jimmy feels his blood run hot while his mother roasted him but not only that she decided to do this in front of you.
You had to give it to Ms. Gloria, she knew how to clapback.
Jimmy rubs at his clenched jaw before standing, “Okay, mom. Thanks for ruining Christmas.”
“It’s not even Christmas yet, quit your moping and go.”
“For how long?” Jimmy mocks from over his shoulder, “Until you’re done being a Scrooge?”
Shaking your head, you’re already filling up what looks like a reindeer mug that was actually made by Jimmy as a kid it seems, which made a small smile appear on your face seeing his chicken scratch script handwriting on the underside of the mug. It was an ugly fucking mug but you knew a younger Jimmy was probably proud to give it to his grandfather.
You had to wipe the smile off your face real quick.
“…as fascinating as this is, Gloria…I must be going. Away from this dreadful energy.” You say after swallowing some clove tea, “Hopefully you two can work it out.”
Gloria snaps her fingers as you try to walk around her, “Not uh. It’s Ms. Gloria to you. You’re not leaving my sight until we have a conversation, so you understand not only me but Jimmy better…so sit.”
You twist your lips around, “You could say please?”
“I’m not going to say it twice.” The look in Ms. Holiday’s eye, the right one specifically, told you not to test her either.
Dramatically sighing you plop down in a chair, crossing one leg over the other, making Gloria yank up a throw blanket to toss over your bare thighs. “I don’t need you catching a cold before you leave.” The mother says, which actually surprises you.
If that was true or not you didn’t push it.
Clasping your hands on the table behind Jimmy’s old mug, you knew this conversation was about to be a serious one. Maybe even a heart to heart (which you didn’t do) but regardless you knew you weren’t making the nice list!
