#twilight preference

HELLO GUY! I have news. My requests are back open, can I get a whoop whoop! okay that was lame but YOU GET THE POINT😂.

Paul Lahote x oc

(warning: mentions of sex, bruises)

Enjoy!

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Ivy woke up in a messy room with a cracked head board and flat pillows but she noticed her usually close wolf isn’t next to her.

‘maybe he’s on patrol’ she thought.

She looked down at her naked body as she remembered the events from last night with her lover.

After a year and a half of holding back, she and Paul finally showed their love in a way that was deeper then a kiss.

They made love.

Ivy touched her neck remembering the sweet kisses Paul laid there as their bodies touched then she touch her lips as flashes of her lover biting them came to mind.

She smiled as she sat up with the confronter covering her naked body and looking around the crazy room.

Ivy quickly got up and put her robe on before going into the bathroom and turning on the warm water, grabbing her tooth brush.

The girl was proud of her self, she chose the right person to lose her innocents to, I mean not everybody finds their soul mate at 18 so.

She knew Paul slept with other girls before her but she felt kind of good that she was the one he made love to.

Ivy spit the left over tooth taste out and rinsed her purple tooth brush off.

She looked in the mirror at the large hickeys left on her neck and just shook her head smiling at how her lover marked her.

Maybe it was a wolf instinct he had in the moment.

The more she thought about the night before the more she wanted him in everyway he could give her.

“I’m sorry” she heard Paul’s loving voice say behind her, she looked up in the mirror and saw the shirtless wolf stand behind her staring back at her.

She turned around and placed her small hands on his chest as she looked up at him with no regret.

“It’s fine I-”

“No pup look” he said pulling her robe down a little past her shoulder to show a medium sized bruise.

“It’s just one, why are you so tripped out” she asked looking at the bruise through mirror.

Paul was mad at himself for leaving marks on Ivy and was frustrated with the fact she was okay with him hurting her.

Of course he enjoyed his self as he made love to Ivy, he just wished he had a little more control on the way he handled her.

“It’s not just one” he said.

He picked her up and sat her on the counter as he pulled the robe up over her thighs to see handprints on her hips, he pulled her legs apart to show scratch marks on her inner thighs.

“Paul-”

“look!”

He pulled the sleeves of her robe up to show bruises on her forearm and lastly he opened her robe near her chest and showed a small hickey placed between he breasts.

She looked her body in surprise because she didn’t feel any type of pain in the moment or even now, just pure bliss.  

Paul couldn’t stand to see what he did to her so he quickly walked off.

Ivy covered herself back up as she followed her lover to their messy room and watched as he started cleaning up the mess they made.

“Hey, look at me” she said but he just continued cleaning and ignored her, not on purpose he was just to far in his thoughts to answer.

‘I should’ve stopped’

‘I hurt her’

‘I can’t-’

His panicked thoughts were stopped by her small warm hands on his face.

“I’m fine!” she said, she felt that if she wasn’t mad or sad about it, he shouldn’t be.

Paul looked at her small figure and started to calm down as he sat on the bed. 

“scars and all I wouldn’t take change last night, not even to safe my own life”

As she talked she started to feel this warm sensation in her skin, almost like someone had turned the heat on medium high right next to her.

“We’re not doing that again” he said shaking his head but this only annoyed Ivy, now that she fiend only for him to touch her again.

‘maybe that’s what’s wrong with me’ she thought with the heat on her skin only going up every second.

“Oh my lord really!” she shouted which caught the wolf by surprise only because his imprint almost never raised her voice at him.

 Ivy now felt this hot sensation under her skin the longer Paul didn’t touch her and it was showing, she missed his touch.

Without thinking, the small girl latched on to Paul’s lips, kissing him with hunger and need.

Paul groaned as Ivy kissed him deeply, he felt like he was on clouds anytime they touched and last night was pure bliss for him.

But he couldn’t bare the thought of her having marks all over her body just because he couldn’t keep a hold on his strength. 

“Pup I can’t..” he said trying trying to pull away but she was straddling his hips as her leg sat on both sides of him and her hands were in his hair.

“I can’t- I can’t hurt you again-”

“Please...” she whispered out now resting her forehead on his.

“Please don’t do this to me” tears started to brim her eyes at the thought of him not touching her, it made her feel empty.

Some might say she was being over the top but people would never understand the bond they shared, even before imprinting, if anything that just tied they knot for the both of them.

Before Paul shifted they were best friends but Ivy was head over hills for the soon to be 6 foot wolf and Paul was secretly already in love with her.

He just didn’t know how to go about telling her because he thought she didn’t feel the same way.

She would help with his anger and his fighting but when he had to basically ignore the small girl, his anger was at its top.

Ivy only wanted a good enough reason for why her crush went M.I.A and if it had anything to do with her.

When she realized he wasn’t going to show to school she went to his house only to find Sam Uley and Jared Cameron next to the angry boy but when their eyes connected he soon calmed down.

Sometime time after everything settled he explained what happened, what he was, and most importantly why he had to ignore her.

“Touch m-me please” Ivy said raising his large hands to touch her sides and he instantly gripped them but not to hard.

He noticed how it was taking a toll on her and it hasn’t even been 30 minutes but he understood because even before sex they were always touching in some way.

Whether it was her in his lap, them holding hands, or them just simply having a touch at the knees, its like their bodies had minds of their own.

Paul took a deep breath as Ivy just melted in his arms.

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Time Skip...

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Ivy and Paul laid in bed on their sides as they stared at each other with loving looks on each face.

She moved closer to her lover now they were chest to chest and traced his sharp and pretty features with her smooth fingers and Paul closed his eyes.

“You know, I don’t care about the hand prints.... or marks. they don’t hurt at all” She said softly, never taking her eyes of him.

Paul looked at her with love in his eyes but not only that... worry.

“I never knew how to control myself... I never cared to” he said.

“but you do now...”

“I couldn’t live myself if I hurt you Pup” he said looking down from her face.

“You wont, I know you wont” she said seeing how he was trying to hide that he was basically scared that he would over power the girl.

“How bout a nap to take your mind off things” Ivy gently placed her hand on his face and rubbed her thumb over his cheek and kissed his lips.

Paul smiled before speaking.

“Yeah, I need it”

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{ Vampire boys }

I hope it's good guys, let me know what your thoughts are!

( none of the gifs are mine )

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Edward Cullen → firstly, he hates it. He can't stand the idea of you seeing him like a monster and would not even blame you for wanting to leave him after you find out that he is a vampire. But then, after endless weeks of you reassuring him that you love him all the same, that absolutely nothing had changed, he would be in phase focused in entertaining you. His skills, his knowledge. He would want to share it all with you and you would be more than happy to listen to everything he had to say.

"That's a good book" he said while lying next to you in bed, his eyes focused on you like you were everything to him. "Especially in the end, when..."

"Edward, no spoilers!"

He laughed out loud at your reaction to his teasing.

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Emmett Cullen → He stops worrying about it the minute you tell him that you do not fear him and that your feelings have not changed. He's a natural show off, of course, so he would be more than willing to demonstrate his strength and all that he could do due to him being a vampire. Honestly, you would have fun just watching him trying to impress you.

"What do you think, darling?" he raised his eyebrows at you with a big smile on his lips, after having just broken a tree in half.

"I think Mother Nature must not like you very much. Why do you have to destroy the forest?" you crossed your arms over your chest, faking a disgusted look.

"I..." he began, shocked and embarrassed.

You laughed and passed your arms around his neck. "I'm just kidding, it was really impressive. But seriously, you should consider stopping destroying the environment"

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Jasper Hale → He is worried. Really worried. Of your reaction and his own. His self control is not the greatest and he fears what might happen if you two argue or get too upset. Yes, he can manage to control your emotions but still, he tries to keep it to it's minimum when around you. He wants you to feel, to show him all of your emotions. At first, you do fear him. You try to keep your distance, but ends up realizing that no matter the distance you managed to put between you two, he still had your heart. So you started to try to manage with what you now knew.

"I'm sorry" Jasper took a step back hesitantly, after having rushed towards you and managed to catch your phone before it hit the floor, his unnatural speed making you jump.

"It's okay. Thank you, love" you smiled and tried to slow down your breathing. "You just took me by surprise"

"Why do you torture yourself like this, (Y/N)?" he seemed angry, but not with you. With himself for putting you through all that. "If you're afraid of me, you shouldn't..."

"Jasper" you took his hand in yours, the coldness of his skin causing you a shiver. "We've talked about this. Yes, I am having a hard time to get used to it but I'll manage. I love you, no matter what you are. I know who you are"

"You're unbelievable" he chuckled, then kissed the palms of your hands with much care.

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Carlisle Cullen → He is disappointed, but not surprised. He is a reasonable person and knew that at some point he would have to be honest with you, but it happened too fast and he wasn't ready. Not yet. His reaction was to be embarrassed for the lies, ashamed for being a vampire and telling you that you should leave him. And yours, was to ask everything. You wanted to know about all the years he had lived, all that he had already seen. Your curiosity was endless and he was shocked by it. The fact that you did not want to leave him, amazed him. Completely.

"Okay, so what about the time you spent with the... Volturi" you finished after doing some thinking. "How was Italy back then? Did you visit many places?"

"(Y/N), are you not even slightly frightened by me?" Carlisle frowned, a smile of disbelief on his lips.

"Doctor Cullen, tell me everything right now or you will be the one frightened" you winked at him and layed your head on his lap, waiting for the stories to come.

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Garrett → He is angry, because he thinks he is going to lose you. He had given his very best to try to make things work with you. Had asked Carlisle for advice, even had let his adoptive daughter, Alice, put brown lens in his eyes to hide the red in them. Tried to change his blood diet, to feed on animals only. So his first instinct was to leave, before you could dump him. Carlisle stopped him though, and told him he had to face you. And so he did.

"Your eyes" you carefully raised your hand and touched his face, feeling his beard against your skin. The red in them was amazing.

"What about them?" Garrett took a step back, feeling insecure while trying to avoid your touch.

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Everyone’s favorite hothead :)

Warning: Mentions of anger, injury (not reader), and family issues.

Paul is 18+ in this fic

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He loves everything about you, but if he had to choose, it would be your smile. Paul‘s eyes typically strayed to a girl’s chest before he met you, but after meeting you that had immediately changed. Now, your smile could stop him in his tracks.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Paul would never admit it to his pack mates, but his ultimate dream is to have a bunch of babies that look like you. Paul didn’t grow up with a good father, so he’s quite nervous about messing up, but he knows that he’ll definitely be a better father than his was.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Even though Paul is ridiculously warm, he loves having you pressed against him. He doesn’t care what position you’re in, just as long as you’re near him.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He usually takes you to the beach. Paul loves the way you look so relaxed and carefree when in the water.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You are my peace. Paul had major anger issues before meeting you. After you two started dating, Paul started remaining calm in situations that would have previously caused him to phase.

EDWARD: “Who are you?”

He wouldn’t know what to say, he would just start by reading your mind and trying to figure out if you were a threat. He didn’t want someone close to his family that he didn’t know.

“Who are you?” You spoke.

“I asked you first, now tell me.”

CARLISLE: “How can I help you?”

He would be very curious and would do whatever he could to help you in any way that you would need it but he would make sure he approached the situation cautiously as he did have a family to think about.

“I’m not sure.” You replied.

“Well, how about you follow me and we can talk.”

JASPER: “And who would you be?”

Because of everything that had happened to him, he would scrutinize every move you make. He wouldn’t let his guard down until he can trust you to not harm him or his family but once trust is established, he would be a great friend.

“I guess you’re just going to have to find out.” You smirked.

“I guess I do and I don’t take a challenge lightly.”

EMMETT: “This is going to be so much fun.”

He loved his family but he didn’t have many friends. He was excited to possibly have a new friend and get up to a whole load of trouble. He, of course, didn’t want to upset his family but wanted to get to know you.

“Why do you say that?” You spoke confused.

“We are going to be great friends.”

Imagine #22. Sorry for the long break. I lost a lot of motivation to post and life has been crazy. I’ve been working so hard and last year got accepted to one of the hardest programs in my provence. To give you insight I work a part time job, volunteer at three different organizations, have a full course load, and have a school placement that needs 700+ hours for graduation. So I’m going into my last year of it and will continue to work hard and hopefully post more. I hope during this time everyone is staying safe and resilient. 

Paul: the house quickly became a mess. Cooking in the kitchen together turned into a mad science experiment. There was sauce on the counter tops, used pots still on the stove, and bits of food left on the cutting board. Paul was left laughing at the whole ordeal and you panicking saying, “I’m stress” every few seconds. Soft kisses from Paul instantly relaxed the tensions building up in your shoulders and neck. Eventually it became clear that ordering in pizza was the safest option. The clock on the stove slowly ticked as Paul had his arms wrapped around you on the couch. The noise from the television slowly faded away as the both you breathed in unison. The doorbell ringing perked both of you up as you leapt from his lap to open the door. The pizza tasted heavenly. The hunger in your stomach slowly came to a stop. The food was gone as quickly. The empty boxes discarded on the table. Paul took your hand and lead you upstairs. He grabbed your waist pulling you in close. Looking up at Paul you can see admiration for you in his eyes. Leaning in you met his lips. Paul picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. Giggles escaped your mouth automatically as you felt the breeze from the motion dance around your body. Climbing over you Paul continued to kiss you. As the heated moments passed Paul tucked you into his arms. Your hands held his as his arms wrapped protectively over you. Taking a deep breath in you closed your eyes and felt an overwhelming sense of peacefulness as you drifted asleep.

Sam: it was never quite. Those few moments when the house wasn’t filled with chaotic laughter and play fighting from the rest of the pack the two of you enjoyed. Laying in bed the laptop was out so both of you could see. A light sheet contoured around your tanged bodies. Moments like these the two of you were at complete peace. The two of you would have philosophical conversations about whatever it is you were currently watching. Sam was able to challenge you like no one else would. Those late night talks were some of your favourites. Despite having to wake up early in the morning you refused to give it up. As your eyes started to feel heavy you tried to fight with them to stay open. Sam’s lips softly brushed over your ear. It sent chills down your spine as he whispered it was okay to fall asleep. He spent the remainder of his time rubbing your back until he joined you in slumber.

Embry: you heard the truck roll into the driveway. Instantly you are rushing down the stairs to meet him at the front door. When you opened the door you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. It was moments like these you couldn’t believe that he entered your life. Embryos hands cupped around your face as he pulled you into a kiss. Biting his lip always made him pull you closer and kiss you harder. Pulling away you looked up at him only to know in that unspoken language of yours that the look you gave each other translated to I love you. Grabbing his hand the both you walked out the door and into the truck. Music from bands you both enjoyed played in the background as you both overpowered the songs and sang together. These late night drives to La Push were a staple in your relationship. Once you arrive, you set up the towel and sat in between his legs. His arms wrapped around your body as you lightly chatted about your day as the sunset went down. When you both became too tired you went back to the truck to drive home. Emery grabbed your legs and carried you up the stairs bridal style and lightly put you on the bed. Your body fit perfectly on top of his as your breathing came to a peaceful slow.

Seth: spending the night together was always filled with games. The two you of were competitive while playing racing games together. Popcorn and soda were circled around the two of you. Loud cheers can be heard when one of you won. While the other pouted until it was fixed with a kiss. This competitive and playful atmosphere continued for the entire night. It was a much needed break from the stressors of work, school, or pack duties. You were hanging out with your best friend. Someone who would always come to your door with your favourite treats whenever you had a bad day or would get teased endlessly from the rest of the pack because he couldn’t stop talking about you. Having these nights in were the perfect way to spend your carefree evenings together.

♥️♥️♥️ Authors Note: Hiya this is my first post of a big book I’ve been working on, please tell me what you think. I still feel like this is hella rough draft but maybe it isn’t and I’m overreacting cause I’m nervous, if there is any mistakes please point them out. I hope you enjoy. *nervous energy*. Wishing you all happiness and safety in this butt of a time. ♥️♥️♥️

The world is full of judgement. It’s something I am used to but not something I can handle. A chronological of moments wash over me and I sit there waiting for the haze to ease. I can't reflect on those thoughts, as I fade back seamlessly into the crowd. I depend on the crowd or it seems that I do, as I follow behind the masses, I again blend in with the people in the classroom. Not sparing a look to students as I place myself on the seat. The frenzy of the words in this room feel like they’re being drowned out. I rest my face in my hand and scan over the foreign words on the wall.

Italian isn’t that different from English, and the words are even more angelic than English. Which reminds me of the meagre knowledge that I posses when it comes to artful languages like Latin. I take in words after word, writing everything that I can down. I detest using this pen, but alas it must be done.

Then class ends, which means the start of lunch, where the real frenzy will begin. I grab everything and again blend away, withholding the nervousness I feel at the proximity.

“Sorry, I needed a candid for the feature” utters Angela as I arrive at the table. I ponder at the words and sit down.

“The Feature's dead Angela, don't bring it up again! And hey Poppy” says Eric with such heated passion. I give him a smile and a wave because I notice that the new girl is trying to talk.

“It's okay, I just...”.

“I-I got your back baby” Eric says then rushes off.

“Don’t worry about it Angela, you’ll think of something else” I say to her with a small smile.

“I guess we'll just run another editorial on... Teen Drinking...” she says sounding deflated.

“You know, you could always go for... eating disorders? Speedo padding on the swim team” suggests the new girl. Before I can suggest some more Angela responds in agreement, and the other girls start talking about Kirk and his nether regions.

“Who are you?” I ask the new girl, she looks almost surprised that I don’t know.

“I’m Bella Swan, I just moved here from Arizona” She says with a hint of shyness.

“Oh?” I say to her and her smile widens.

“Have you been?” She asks and I don’t show how my heart hurts, at the fact that I could probably never go even if I wanted to.

“I wish to, oh and I’m Poppy Green. Enjoy the nature hippy name, what were my parents thinking?” is all I say and chuckles fill the table. I hold back from saying more, already pushing my luck with that sentence.

“Who are they?” Bella says to the people behind me, but I don’t turn around.

“The Cullens” says Angela with a dreamy tone and I withhold my chuckle at her actions. I let my eyes wonder to my watch almost dreamily when I notice that lunch is almost over, freedom will be soon. I tune into the girls explanation.

“Uh, the blonde girl, that's Rosalie, and the big dark-haired guy, Emmett, they're like a thing. I'm not even sure that's legal” Jess says in response to them keeping to themselves.


“Jess, they're not actually related” says Angela. I quietly steam, but let Angela correct her.

“Yeah, but they live together. It's gross and, okay, the little dark-haired girl is Alice. She's really weird, and thats Jasper, the blonde one who looks like he's in pain all the time, you shouldn’t even try talking to them. I mean, Dr. Cullen's like this foster dad slash freak collector” describes Jess and I wait for Angela’s rebut. She says nothing and I can feel my self start to fume, before I can stand up and say anything Bella has another question.


“Who’s he?” Bella wonders out loud.

“That’s Edward Cullen; he’s totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently, no one here is good enough for him. Like I care. Anyway, don't waste your time” Jess explained


“I wasn’t planning on it” says Bella sounding offended. I let out a cough bringing attention to me,

“Really Jess, you know how I feel about people judging based on appearance, you know what I’ve been through, is that how you describe me too when I’m not around?” I inquire.

I feel my anger wash over me in waves, and before I know it I have pushed my seat out, the metal scratching horrendously against the stone floor and I’m striding towards the door my back aches with it being stretched out in fury.

I regret doing so when reality sets in, as it feels like thousands of eyes are staring at me as I leave. I walk down the hall into my last class of the day, and take a random seat in the back not wanting to fake niceties.

I feel the shudders and I can feel the cold memories call for me, i ignore then and bring out my favourite book.

A leather one, with sparkling white paper and five calligraphy pens are held in place on the inside cover. I pour emotions into the pages not wanting anything unsaid and I feel relieved when it’s all over. All the pent up anger and sadness dwindles as I rest my face in my arms in tiredness, ten minutes til class and then after the day will finally be over.

I hear footsteps enter the room and I don’t bother looking up, I just rest more into my arms and before I know it I’m lulled into sleep.

I stitch up and pull the skin together ignoring the scream all around me, I don’t focus on anything else just making sure that the person in front of me is alright.

“You really have to be more careful” I say and it sounds like a strangers voice has taken over.

“Hmm” is a male’s hum, I look up and see nothing, all I see is the stitched up wound and then whiteness blocking everything else.

I wake up with a start and look up to see Jess looking over at me slightly, I look down at the rubber and chuckle silently at the many sorry’s on it. I nod my head as thanks to her and hold it for her after class. No one seems to notice and I sigh in relief. Looking around I see that I’m at the back of the classroom and on the furtherest right side. I curse my angered self and resist looking again to my left.

I can’t believe I sat next to him of all people. I feel completely embarrassed, ashamed and a bit happy. In the middle of the lecture when I’ve calmed down and I risk a glance through my uneasy peripheral vision my heart sores. I notice first the fluffy hair, then the air of maturity and finally the quietness of movement. He’s focused and attentive in this history class and I glance away as I notice the beginning of a head turn. Shyness falls completely over me as I determinedly look at the board.

I don’t look at him again throughout the class and when it ends I grab my stuff at a normal pass and follow Jess back. Not looking back at Jasper behind me even though I desperately want to.

Hey I’m back! Recently I’ve put fan-fiction that I was writing on pause because I had stored my outlines on another account which I got locked out of around late 2017. However, I have thankfully been able to open up my account and was able to retrieve my outlines, chapters, and anything else I needed to get my stories out. With that being said, the list below shows the stories I’m gonna start working on once again. Please remember that I am in school o updates may be slow, forgive me and enjoy. <3