soaked in love | paul lahote
requests: can ya do an imagine where the reader gets stuck walking home in the rain and like Paul or Embry find them and imprints
I saw your requests were open so I was curious if you’d be willing to write something about Paul x imprint!reader where they aren’t together she doesn’t know about imprinting or the wolves and hates Paul because he’s cocky and she’s heard that he’s a player and doesn’t want to be another of his one night stands. Also if you’d be willing to incorporate the line “I’ve never heard of a gang that wears jorts” (or something along those lines) Thank you! Sending love and appreciation your way !!
notes: none
warnings: swearing, references to sex
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You weren’t one to ask for rides, so walking home from school was part of your daily schedule. You didn’t like to bother others for anything and, 99%, of the time you were fine with walking home.
Today happened to be one of the 1% of the time where you didn’t want to be walking home because it was pouring out and you had decided against checking the weather this morning which resulted in you not bringing you umbrella or raincoat to school with you.
So to say the walk home was long and cold was an understatement. You had just turned onto the road leading towards your house and were absolutely drenched and still had at least another 5 minutes of walking to do. You tried to take your mind off of the freezing cold water that was causing your clothes and hair to stick to you by thinking about what you had to do when you got home.
You started it off by making a mental list: - Biology worksheet - Study for math - Clean your room - Y/N - Y/N
Wait… Why were you thinking about your name? Suddenly you were pulled out of your thoughts to see the one and only Paul Lahote jogging over to you and, like any sensible person would have done, you screamed and took off running.
“Y/N! It’s Paul- Oh my god…” You could hear behind you, and then it occurred to you that he likely wasn’t trying to kill you and stopped, turning around only to be met with his arms grabbing your biceps to hold you in place.
“Hey… Hey, I’m not trying to hurt you.” He laughed awkwardly before continuing, “I just- uh- I just saw you walking and thought you’d- um - just thought you’d like a ride home since, you know, it’s pouring out, and you’re going to get hypothermia or something-” He rambled, and you looked up at the man skeptically.
“I don’t know… How do I know you’re not going to kidnap me and sell me to your gang?” You asked skeptically, and he rolled his eyes.
“Look Y/N, I’m not in a gang, and I wouldn’t sell you. I’d much rather keep you all to myself.” He finished in a flirty manner, and you huffed, glaring up at him.
“I’m not going to be another one of your one night stands, Lahote.” You grumbled, and he rolled his eyes at you, scooping you up into his arms bridal style despite your protests and carried you over to his truck.
“Trust me Y/N, I’d much rather have you for the rest of my life than just one.” He said as he opened the car door. “And stop making such a racket, would you? People are going to think I’m really kidnapping you.” He said, and you widened your eyes.
“You ARE kidnapping me! And you need to chill out! I’m not going anywhere with your psycho ass Paul Lahote!” You continued to curse him out as he walked over to the driver’s side of the car.
Although you could have easily jumped out, you decided this would make a very interesting story later, and he was offering you a free ride which meant you wouldn’t have to walk the rest of the way home so…
“You need to chill out, Y/N. I’m being a gentleman and driving you home, so you don’t freeze to death outside.” He commented sounding mildly annoyed.
“You suck as flirting.” You snarkily replied back, and he huffed in annoyance as he continued to drive you back to your house.
“You’d be 10 times more likely to get me to take you on a date if you were a little less feisty all the time.” Paul cockily noted as he pulled into your driveway.
You smirked then, “10 times 0 is still 0.” You sassed, and his eyes widened, and you laughed as you stepped out of his car.
“Maybe I will sell you to my gang.” He sassily noted, and you grinned.
“I’ve never heard of a gang that wears jorts, Mr. Lahote.” You said before shutting the door and going into your house. Before you shut your front door, you turned around and blew Paul, who was still sitting in your driveway pouting, a kiss before going inside.
So much for walking home in the rain.