A Paul x reader where they’re all at a bar and the reader gets into some confrontation with a girl, and the pack members are like “no wonder that’s Paul’s imprint” and you can finish the ending however you’d like :)
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horses to water - paul lahote x reader
It was one of those dim, low ceilinged bars, where the floor always smelled faintly like beer and old wood. The kind of place the pack preferred because no one asked questions if a group of big guys took up half the room.
Also because this bar was a little bit outside of La Push because in La Push, there were too many familiar faces. Elders would’ve scowled at the young people drinking. This bar played better music anyway.
Paul had his arm slung over the back of your chair, fingers lazily brushing your shoulder like he couldn’t help himself. His knee nudged yours under the table every few minutes. Possessive, but subtle about it. Or at least subtle for him. You both were smiling at each other immaturely as you both fell into private conversation.
Across the table, some of the pack were arguing over something stupid, football, probably that was on one of the tv’s hanging, while the others kept laughing too loud. A couple other guys lingered near the pool table trying their hand at taking someone home by the end of the night.
You nursed a drink in your hand, as you listened to the song that was playing. It was better than the old school stuff they would’ve played at the bar in La Push. Your gaze lingered as you chuckled at your conversation with Paul.
She was the kind of girl who knew she was eye candy. She’d been glancing over for the last ten minutes. A couple guys at the bar even straightened when they saw her. She wasn’t even interested in the slightest. She looked stuck up.
You tried to ignore it at first. You really did. But her attention on Paul was like horses to water.
Paul hadn’t noticed. Or if he had, he didn’t care. He was mid story, animated, hands moving, grin flashing. His laugh was rough and easy, the way it always was around people he was comfortable.
The girl pushed off the bar and walked over.
She stopped right beside your table, one hand resting on the edge. She didn’t look at you. Not once. She did smell nice but you knew the amount of perfume would’ve been way too much for Paul’s nose. She showcased a smile that even made your heart stop.
“You gonna buy me a drink?” she teases, smiling at him like you weren’t sitting right there.
You look at Paul. Is he going to buy her a drink? You wanted to know too as you took the black thing straw into your mouth.
“What?” Paul said flatly. You held back a smile as you knew he was upset that someone interrupted him mid conversation and Paul hated being interrupted.
“I saw you staring,” she said, tilting her head, trying to work her charm that could’ve worked with other guys, “Figured you might as well come say hi.”
Paul hadn’t been staring. He’d barely looked in her direction. He was too busy telling you a story.
He leaned back in his chair, “No, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t. You got me confused with someone else.”
She laughed like he was teasing her, “It’s fine,” she said, “I don’t mind.”
“I do.” you smartly slid in without looking at her as you took a swig of your drink, the statement was smooth but enough to flick her glance over at you with a mean mug before softening her face back to Paul.
She smiled slowly at him, “You from around here?”
Paul glances at you, with a slight laugh. As if saying , “Look at this chick.”
She shifted her weight, one hand on the table, thinking his disbelief of laughter was playing into her flirtatious charm, “You don’t talk much, huh?”
You let out a small laugh.
Her eyes slid to you, “Something funny?”
“Yeah. It’s funny because he does speak,” you said chuckling as you felt the alcoholic buzz making you feel playful, “Just not when he’s bored.”
Some of the pack heard what you said and chuckled. She didn’t like that.
She looked you up and down. Measured.
“Just like how he was bored before I came over here?” she shot back.
“I think it’s best if you just walk away-” Paul tells the girl but the girl was not interested in hearing him out.
“Just like how you thought someone’s dude was looking at you when really, he wasn’t. Delusion, I tell you.” you say with a twirl of your finger near your temple.
“Please. If he had a girl, she’d look more…” She waved a hand vaguely, “Secure. Not like..That.” she circled her palm to insult your appearance.
“Like a chopped. ass. bitch.”
You laughed a bit, took a quick sip, “Oh, like you?” you say and before she could even react, your drink ruins her clothes. Her clothes that you could tell she spent a lot of energy on.
She gasped loudly and scandalously as she stomps over to your side, you’re now not sitting anymore but you’re waiting for her to advance to you, her hand comes close to your face as she tried to grab at you but you sharply moved her hand away.
It was blows thrown, hands tangling in fabric, heels scraping across sticky wood floors. Someone yelled. Glasses shattered. The bar was dying down the talking and was watching this scene instead.
“Hey-hey!” Paul shouted, he was on his feet instantly as he didn’t let anyone grab you but him. He only then grabbed you and pulled you away when you got the last hit in.
You shouted while being dragged toward the door, “And my fucking buzz is gone because of you! Fuck you!”
The door slammed behind you.
You stood there for a second, chest heaving, adrenaline buzzing where alcohol had been.
“I’m not even going to ask if you’re good.” he says
“She fucking scratched me.” you say out of breath as you lean outside on the wall, inspecting your arm. Faint nail marks were prominent on your skin but you rolled your eyes.
Paul stepped closer, grabbing your chin gently to inspect a faint red mark near your cheek.
“Is it bleeding?” you asked. His touch calmed you. He shook his head.
“But, she is.” he assured.
He twitched a smile. He slipped his hand around your waist, pulling you into his side despite your dramatic huffing.
“I’ll buy you food.” he murmured.
You paused. You gaze up at him, “…What kind?”
He smirked with a shrug, “Whatever you want.”
You sighed, leaning into him reluctantly.
He kissed your cheek sweetly and your heart fluttered.
The door swung open again and the pack poured out, still laughing.
They laugh even harder when they catch sight of you.
“What are you all laughing at?” you said annoyed.
“Because you’re funny.” Embry says through laughs.
“I’m not funny!” you grumbled.
Jared called out, “You are when you’re mad!”
Paul just held you easily, chin resting briefly on top of your head, “Last warning,” he told them casually, “Laugh one more time.”
“No wonder she’s Paul’s imprint.” Jacob muttered.
Embry nodded. “Same temper. Same zero hesitation.”
“I just don’t understand why she thought she could walk up to the table like that-”
“I know.” Paul said smoothly, already steering you toward his truck.
“You’re mine.” you replied softly, “She tried to take what’s mine.”
“I know.” you hear the smile in his voice, “She didn’t even have a chance.”
“And then she touched me, and then you all were laughing-”
“That’s different. You got good hits in.”
Behind you, Embry called out, “Don’t let her drive, she’s still in fight mode!”
You whipped around, “I’m not in fight mode!”
Paul opened the passenger door of his truck and gently but firmly maneuvered you toward it.
You climbed into the truck. Paul shut the door and jogged around to the driver’s side. The engine roared to life, headlights cutting through the dark road that led back toward La Push. The truck rumbled down the road. Trees blurred past in streaks of shadow.
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