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a precious kind of peace - jacob black

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[trumpkinhotboy]

that one scene of alice and jacob where she says “see when i’m close to you, it’s like, being able to shut my eyes. everything goes away” got me thinking about vampire!cullen! reader x jacob, where reader has powers that being around the wolves also dampens/makes quieter. maybe it’s something like edward’s, jaspers or alice’s where it can be overwhelming and the bond just helps?! i feel like it’d be pretty cute

⋆˚࿔ a precious kind of peace | j.b

pairing. jacob black x vampire cullen!reader

type. not romantic, just two enemies kinda becoming friends (even if Jacob will never admit it)

a/n. thank you so much for the request!! i am also a big fan of this moment and reimagining it was so fun. hope you like it <3

warnings. in this alternate universe where we replace Alice with vampire cullen!reader there is no renesmee plot. it's as if the Volturi were just little bitches who wanted to fight the Cullens for Alice and Edward/to have control. none of this is actually important for the fic, but felt like claryfing so we're all on the same page :)

SUMMARY. having the power to obtain memories or sensations concerning beings and objects is an incredible gift. however, it's not the easiest to deal with when tensions are running high. except when you find out you can get relief from it from the most unlikely of sources. 900!

"Would you please just stay still?"

Brown eyes dark as a forest on a cold November night carve holes through your skull. But Jacob, heaping mountain of muscles that he is, crosses his arms and stops moving, even if it seems to be against his every instinct. You wait for his proximity to have its intended effect, and slowly, you realize your body's not buzzing with other people's feelings anymore. The immediate relief is indescribable.

"What's that about?" He eyes you, seemingly stuck between choosing fight or flight.

"I could explain, but I don't think you would bother listening."

"Try me."

You observe the curious human, if you can call him that, you have been forced to get to know in the last few weeks. As your gift entailed, you knew people generally had much more depth than they'd let on. After your brother came back to be with Bella, you got to touch the small wooden wolf the shapeshifter had made for her and immediately realized he was much more than the facade he put up.

This moment was only further clarification that there was more to Jacob Black than meets the eye. Even as a self-proclaimed vampire hater.

"Being around you dampens everything. It's like turning off the radio. It's not something I get much of lately; you bring me a precious kind of peace."

Defying your expectations, he stares, his eyebrows scrunched, as if he's trying to make sense of it all. "I thought your power only worked through touch?"

"It's stronger when I do touch things, but like any other vampire who spends centuries practicing their gift, I can feel things without touching them anymore. It's not as precise, but it gives me an idea of what the person or object is going through or what their history is. In a tense environment like this, it gets worse. It feels so heavy I feel like my mind and body don't belong to me anymore. Almost like I'm just a vessel, destined to carry everyone else's emotions."

Your mouth closes in a tight-lipped smile, wondering if you said too much. It always feels weird opening up, and it is especially hard when you're doing it with someone who's born to kill you on sight. But Jacob is a better listener than he lets on. Arms resting on the wooden balcony's ramp, he stares straight ahead as if he's digesting the meaning of your words. "No snarky remarks? Nothing? You're not going to shut me out and tell me I'm a creepy bloodsucker?"

The truth of your comment makes him chuckle drily. "I might not be a fan of vampires, but you guys are here to fight by our side, and even I can't complain about that. You're helping us keep the city and everyone in it safe. You've gathered help. I appreciate it."

His avowal shocks you into silence; you're half tempted to let out a wry comment in hopes of returning to your usual dynamic of him hating you with all his soul.

The conversation feels like it's come to a natural end. But in a barely audible tone, Jacob adds, "I know a little about feeling like you don't belong to yourself anymore. If I can help someone else feel a bit more like themselves, I'll do it."

You're used to seeing Jacob closed off, irritation showing through his every move, or have you been mistaking something entirely different for anger? For the first time, you get to see another side of him, and it’s baffling.

"So, I silence things completely for you?"

"Yes."

"Don't you feel anything coming from me?"

His question surprises you, not because it's far-fetched, but because of the hint of curiosity in his tone. "It's very… dull? I feel certain things, especially the longer I spend time with you. But it's much more manageable."

Interlocking his fingers, he sighs, "Must suck feeling all of this every time you touch something. You never get a break."

"I get why you might think that, but I actually love it, and I have learned to work with it. You can learn so many incredible things, things people wouldn't say or show otherwise. It's just not so easily manageable when the only emotions are fear, anger, irritation, and tension."

"I guess I can see the appeal in that," he admits. "Except I would never want to touch anything my brothers have touched. Like, ever." You can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you as Jacob shivers in disgust.

His sudden attempt at lifting the atmosphere catches you off guard, but in the same breath you reply, "I have touched some of Emmett's stuff before by accident, and I'm never doing that again. Try living for centuries with some of those images burned in your brain." Jacob barks out a laugh in turn. Astonishment shines in his eyes, almost as if he is surprised to realize you can joke too.

Just like that, you realize you're sort of hanging out with Jacob Black, making jokes about your siblings, and you're actually enjoying yourself.

"Does this newfound camaraderie means we are friends?"

"I wouldn't go as far as that, but I guess I can admit you're my favorite Cullen."

You struggle to keep in a satisfied smile, "High praise." Coming from the werewolf, you know this is big.

You stay in a more relaxed, companionable silence after that. Not quite as friends as previously stated, but in a strange state of equilibrium where two beings destined to hate each other have found common ground and, surprisingly, a similar sense of humor.

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how the pack would react to their imprint telling them to sleep on the couch

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sam uley

Sam doesn't argue.

The words catch him off guard for a split second, but he sees the frustration on your face and decides almost immediately that whatever point he wants to make can wait until tomorrow. If you need space, then that's what he'll give you. He quietly grabs a blanket from the closet, a spare pillow from the bedroom, and settles onto the couch without another word.

He doesn't sleep particularly well.

Not because the couch is uncomfortable, though it certainly isn't ideal for someone his size, but because every instinct in him is telling him to go make sure you're okay. He has to remind himself over and over that respecting your boundaries is another way of protecting you. So he stays exactly where you asked him to, even if every fiber of his being wants to walk back into the bedroom.

By morning, he's already awake before you are, making breakfast as though nothing happened. The disagreement hasn't magically disappeared, but neither has his determination to fix it. Sam has never believed that pride is worth sleeping separately for longer than necessary. He'd much rather sit down, apologize if he was wrong, listen if he missed something, and work through it together than let the distance linger.

More than anything, he hopes the couch is a one-night thing.

Not because his back hurts.

Because falling asleep without you beside him feels far lonelier than he'd expected.

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jacob black

Jacob complains immediately.

Not because he's angry, but because he genuinely thinks you're joking at first. He laughs, points at the couch, then back at himself, waiting for you to smile and tell him you're kidding. The second he realizes you're serious, his grin slowly disappears.

He tries to bargain.

He offers to apologize before he even knows what he's apologizing for. He promises he'll stop doing whatever annoyed you. He follows you around for a few minutes with increasingly desperate suggestions, convinced there has to be another solution that doesn't involve him sleeping on a couch that's clearly too short for him.

Eventually, though, he gives in.

Mostly because he can see you need space more than he needs to win the argument.

The entire night becomes one long, dramatic experience. He stretches out across the couch with his feet hanging over the armrest, sighing loudly every few minutes in the hope that you'll hear how absolutely miserable he is. Every creak becomes further evidence that he's suffering.

Despite all of that, he never comes back into the bedroom.

He wants to.

More than once.

But if asking him to sleep on the couch is what you need to cool off, then he'll respect it.

The next morning he's somehow even clingier than usual, lingering nearby with sleepy eyes and messy hair, clearly hoping you'll take pity on him. He doesn't even care about proving a point anymore.

He just misses you.

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paul lahote

Paul's first reaction is disbelief.

"You want me to sleep where?"

For a brief moment, his frustration almost gets the better of him. Not because you've asked him to leave the bedroom, but because the argument is still fresh and emotions are running high. He opens his mouth, ready to argue back, then catches himself before the situation gets any worse.

He knows exactly what happens when he lets his temper keep talking.

So he doesn't.

Instead, he runs a hand through his hair, mutters something under his breath, grabs the nearest blanket, and heads for the couch before he says something he'll regret.

He spends half the night staring at the ceiling.

Not sleeping.

Just thinking.

The anger burns out surprisingly quickly, replaced by guilt as he replays every word of the argument over and over again. By two in the morning he's already mentally apologizing, wishing he could go back and handle the whole thing differently.

By sunrise, he's over it.

Not the issue itself.

His own pride.

He quietly starts making coffee, planning exactly how he's going to apologize without making excuses. If he was wrong, he'll own it. If you were both frustrated, he'll still be the first one to reach across the gap.

Because one uncomfortable night on the couch is enough for him to remember that he'd much rather lose an argument than spend another evening feeling so far away from you.

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jared cameron

Jared reacts with exaggerated offense.

He puts a hand dramatically against his chest as though you've personally wounded him, staring at the couch like it's betrayed him.

He tries making you laugh.

He'll insist that the couch is far too small, remind you that he's practically guaranteed to wake up with a sore neck, and jokingly list all the reasons why banishing him is an unreasonable punishment. If you smile even a little, he'll count that as progress.

If you don't...

He drops the act immediately.

The smile fades into something much softer as he realizes you genuinely need the space.

"Okay."

That's all he says.

No guilt trips.

No pouting.

Just acceptance.

He makes himself comfortable on the couch, though "comfortable" is probably generous considering he spends most of the night tossing from one side to the other. More than once he catches himself looking toward the bedroom door, wondering if you're sleeping any better than he is.

The next morning, he's almost painfully careful around you.

He doesn't crowd your space or immediately try to smooth everything over with jokes. Instead, he quietly asks if you're ready to talk yet. If the answer is no, he'll wait.

If the answer is yes, he's already pulling his chair a little closer, ready to listen.

Because at the end of the day, Jared would rather have one difficult conversation than let a misunderstanding grow into distance.

The couch was never the part that bothered him.

It was waking up without you beside him.

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embry call

Embry goes quiet almost immediately.

He doesn't question your decision or ask you to reconsider because the expression on your face tells him this isn't about winning an argument—it's about needing space. Even if it stings more than he'd ever admit, he respects that. He gives you a small nod, quietly gathers a blanket and pillow, and heads for the couch without making the situation any harder than it already is.

The silence is what gets to him.

Embry is used to ending disagreements with long conversations, reassuring hugs, or simply sitting beside you until everything feels okay again. Sleeping in separate rooms feels unnatural, like there's an invisible wall between you that he doesn't know how to climb over. He spends most of the night lying awake, replaying the argument in his head and wondering if there was a moment he could've handled differently.

By morning, he's already looking for a way to make things right.

Not because he wants to avoid responsibility, but because he hates knowing you're hurting. He'll make breakfast, quietly check if you've slept alright, and wait patiently until you're ready to talk. Embry never believes love is about being right.

He believes it's about choosing each other again after the difficult moments.

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quil ateara

Quil thinks you're joking.

He actually laughs the first time you tell him, waiting for the punchline that's surely coming. When it becomes painfully obvious that you're completely serious, his smile slowly fades into a confused little frown.

He tries to charm his way out of it.

He'll make a few playful comments, dramatically inspect the couch like it's the world's worst sleeping arrangement, and do everything he can to lighten the mood. Not because he isn't taking your feelings seriously, but because making you smile has always been his first instinct whenever something feels wrong between you.

The second he realizes you truly need the distance, though, he stops pushing.

He quietly gets settled on the couch, wrapping himself up in a blanket while trying not to think about how strange the house feels without you beside him. He doesn't sleep much. Every little sound from the bedroom has him wondering if you're awake too, if you're still upset, if he should've handled everything differently.

The next day, Quil becomes unusually gentle.

His usual teasing is replaced with soft smiles and patient conversations. He doesn't pressure you to forgive him quickly or pretend the argument never happened. Instead, he focuses on making sure you know he's there whenever you're ready.

Because if one night on the couch is what you needed...

He'll gladly take a hundred uncomfortable nights if it means the two of you find your way back to each other.

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leah clearwater

Leah doesn't react right away.

She simply stares at you for a moment, trying to decide whether she's more surprised by the request or by how much it actually hurts to hear it. After a long silence, she gives one short nod, grabs a blanket, and walks toward the living room before either of you says something you'll regret.

She's too proud to argue.

Not because she isn't upset, but because she understands needing space better than most people ever will. She's spent enough of her life feeling emotionally trapped to know that forcing a conversation before someone's ready only makes things worse.

Still...

The couch feels lonelier than she'd expected.

She spends the night staring out the window instead of sleeping, wondering whether she pushed too hard, whether she should've listened better, whether she'd let old fears bleed into a relationship that never deserved them.

By the time morning comes, Leah has already decided that whatever happened is worth fixing.

She doesn't show up with dramatic apologies or grand romantic gestures. Instead, she makes coffee for both of you, quietly sits at the table, and asks if you're ready to talk.

If the answer is no, she'll wait.

If it's yes, she'll listen first.

Because loving you has taught her something she never thought she'd learn.

That vulnerability is sometimes the bravest thing a person can choose.

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seth clearwater

Seth's face falls instantly.

He doesn't complain or argue because the disappointment is already written all over him. He simply blinks a couple of times, gives you a quiet "okay," and starts gathering his pillow before you have the chance to explain yourself further.

More than anything, he worries that he's made you feel unheard.

The couch itself doesn't bother him nearly as much as the thought that he somehow contributed to your hurt. He lies awake for hours thinking about the conversation, mentally retracing every word in hopes of understanding where things went wrong. By the end of the night, he's convinced of at least three different ways he could've handled everything better.

Even then, he never sneaks back into the bedroom.

He wants to.

More than once.

But respecting your boundaries matters more than his own comfort.

The following morning, Seth is already making your favorite breakfast before you've even gotten out of bed. It's not an apology meant to erase the problem or distract from it. It's simply his quiet way of reminding you that, even after a disagreement, caring for you is still the easiest thing in the world.

When you're finally ready to talk, he gives you his full attention.

No interruptions.

No defensiveness.

Just complete sincerity.

Because Seth has never cared about winning arguments.

He's only ever cared about making sure the two of you find your way back to each other.

And if one night on the couch helped you feel heard...

Then, to him, it was worth every uncomfortable minute.

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[twilightlamb]

its the framework of my soul, i am cringe but i am free

[wendichester]

𝒞　˳　hold still, sweetheart ⏖

summary ⌗ after a hunt leaves you hurt and overwhelmed, dean finds you trying to be brave and refuses to let you fall apart alone. pairing ⌗ dean winchester x reader ( fem ) wordcount ⌗ 770 genre ⌗ fluffy fluff warnings ⌗ post-hunt injury, pain, crying, soft caretaking, dean being protective, gentle physical comfort

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you make it all the way back to the motel before you cry.

which feels impressive, honestly. heroic, even. you get through the drive with your teeth pressed together and your arms folded tight over your middle, staring out the passenger window while the streetlights smear gold across the glass. you get through sam asking if you’re okay. you get through dean glancing at you every few seconds in the rearview mirror, jaw set hard enough to crack something.

you get through the door. then you sit on the edge of the bed, still wearing your bloody jeans and one boot, and realize you have absolutely nothing left.

everything hurts. your ribs ache every time you breathe too deeply. your shoulder burns where the thing slammed you into a wall. there’s dirt under your nails and dried blood on your sleeve and your head feels too full, too loud, too mean. you tell yourself to suck it up because that’s what hunters do. you’ve had worse. everyone’s had worse.

the bathroom door opens, and dean steps out with the first-aid kit in one hand.

his face changes the second he sees you. “hey,” he says, softer now. “what’s going on?”

you shake your head too fast. “nothing.”

“that’s not nothing.”

“dean, i’m fine.”

your voice breaks on fine. stupid. so stupid.

his expression folds, just a little, and that’s what ruins you. not the pain. not the blood. not even the hunt. it’s dean looking at you as if he sees exactly how hard you’re trying, and how badly it’s not working.

your face crumples.

“oh, sweetheart...” he murmurs.

you press both hands over your eyes, embarrassed by the sound that comes out of you. “i’m sorry. i don’t know why i’m—i’m being ridiculous.”

“nope.” dean crosses the room fast and sets the kit down. “none of that.”

“it hurts,” you whisper, and it sounds so small you hate it. “it really hurts, and i’m tired, and i didn’t want to make it a thing.”

dean sits beside you, careful not to jostle the mattress. “look at me.”

you don’t.

“baby, come on.”

you lower your hands, cheeks wet and hot, and dean’s face softens in a way that makes you want to cry harder.

he reaches slowly, wiping beneath your eye with his thumb. “you don’t gotta be tough with me.”

your mouth trembles. “i kind of do.”

“no, you don’t.” his voice goes rough. “not with me.”

you try to answer, but another sob catches, sharp and humiliating, and dean just pulls you into him. not too hard. not careless. he guides you until you’re half in his lap, your knees tucked against his thigh, your good shoulder pressed to his chest. one arm wraps around your back while the other cradles the side of your head, fingers smoothing over your hair.

“there you go,” he murmurs against your temple. “i’ve got you.”

you cry into his shirt. ugly and quiet. he doesn’t comment on it. doesn’t tease. doesn’t ask you to explain while your ribs are screaming and your pride’s already in pieces. he just holds you, kissing your temple once, then again, slow and warm, as if each one is meant to pin you gently back inside your body.

“hurts so bad,” you mumble.

“i know.” his hand moves carefully up and down your back. “we’re gonna clean you up, get some ice on that shoulder, maybe some painkillers if sam didn’t hoard ’em all in his giant first-aid nerd bag.”

a wet laugh slips out of you before you can stop it.

dean smiles against your hair. “there’s my girl.”

“shut up.”

“nope. you’re in my lap now. legally, i get to be annoying.”

you sniff hard, fingers curling weakly into his shirt. “i hate that this helps.”

his arms tighten just enough to make you feel held without making the pain worse. “yeah, well. i’m very helpful.”

the room stays quiet after that, except for your uneven breathing and dean opening the kit one-handed while refusing to let you move off him. he cleans the cut on your cheek with a gentleness that almost hurts worse than the antiseptic, and every time you wince, his thumb brushes your skin as if apology can be a touch.

you’re still aching. still a little embarrassed. but dean keeps you close, mouth resting near your forehead, and for once you let yourself be small because he’s holding you as if small things deserve protecting too.

“stay,” you whisper, barely meaning to say it out loud.

dean kisses your temple again. “yeah,” he murmurs. “i’m not going anywhere.”

@fishfishcaterpillar requested ⠀ ݁⠀ 𓂂　 reader who got hurt during a hunt and is trying to suck it up but yknow, it hurts like hell and everything sucks, so when dean checks up on her she bursts out crying and he tries his best to help 

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[trumpkinhotboy]

you know the drill people, my fav wrote something and it killed me (in a good way i swear)

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It kills me that Edward had plans and backup plans for every possible danger Bella could face, except ☝️ unprotected sex

[angeldustbella]

reading new moon rn #feeling bella’s extreme anguish

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Hoa hoa hoa? ;">

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This is your sign to go watch The Twilight Saga('s best movie): New Moon.

[renegadepack]

jacob: hey bella here’s a bracelet with a hand-carved wolf charm. i hope u like it but it’s no big deal.

edward, literally less than a day later:

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Twilight mood board

[trumpkinhotboy]

Paul is grumpy because his everyone is coupled up with their imprint and his is away for college but at the bonfire the girls surprise Paul with his imprint and he goes from a mean grumpy to a clingy sweetheart

⋆˚࿔ a very grumpy wolf | p.l

pairing. paul lahote x f!reader

type. fluff, requested <3

warnings. female reader, none

a/n. thank you so much for the request!! again this is an old one but i thought it was just too sweet :3

SUMMARY. paul misses you a lot when you’re away to college. every year you have this tradition to meet up to celebrate the start of the summer, when you can’t make it his mood turns very sour… until a surprise changes everything. 1.1K!

"Come on, Paul, lighten up."

"Stop pouting in your corner."

"I'll take away your reason to live, and we'll see how you do."

Paul's direct, albeit dramatic way of expressing himself silences the group. They can all easily imagine how hard it must be to see everyone happy with their other halves while he is stuck alone, and missing you like a vital piece of him has been taken away.

Nobody is prouder than Paul when it comes to your decision to leave for college to become a teacher. Seattle isn't that far away, and you usually come back for all the important events, except this one. Deadlines to meet before the end of the trimester prevented you from joining the pack’s traditional bonfire to celebrate the start of the summer, causing him to be a very grumpy wolf indeed.

And not just typical sorta irritated Paul, but Mayor Cranky of Grumpy Ville.

What he doesn't know is that Emily and Kim, much too aware of his condition, have been texting you updates and helping you plan a little surprise.

You're so excited, you're basically bouncing off your seat as you drive down the familiar roads of your hometown. The news you have to share with the group is not helping dampen your excitement. You pull up in the woods at a walking distance, not close enough to immediately alert the group of shapeshifters gathered around the fire. Even from afar, you can hear their familiar bickering and can't help but smile at the sound of home.

"I told you I'm not pouting!" You hear a very familiar voice seethe.

Your heart skips a beat, your feet walking faster of their own free will. Like your body knows he's close, the invisible string in your chest connecting you to Paul feels pulled taut.

The bickering gets louder as you get closer. Seth, standing off to the side, sees you and is about to say something when Embry suddenly shoves him. After seeing you approaching, he playfully makes sure the younger member doesn't ruin the surprise by roughing him up under the appreciative hollers of the other guys.

Paul is too busy laughing and shouting at the friendly brawl to notice you sneaking up on him.

You're about to put your hand on his shoulder when he whirls around. "Which of you fuckers thought you could sneak up on me?"

"This fucker?" The cocky sneer on his face immediately falls as he takes you in. He stares, mouth agape. "Surprise?"

Tension builds for an unbearable second until he chokes up, "You're home."

Faster than should be possible, you're swept up in the air, giggling like crazy while your friends hoot and applaud. His face buried in your neck, his voice sounds rough when he whispers, "I don't believe it. Are you really home?"

Your hand slides in his short hair as you softly kiss his cheek. "I really am." His strong arms squeeze you tighter in response.

"You have to share her, Paul!" chides Emily as she clears a path to you. He grunts, but relents, softly putting you down.

You're hugged left and right by the girls, hair ruffled by the boys, and welcomed with a bunch of 'It's great to have you home!' All the while, Paul barely lets you move a foot away from him as if he's afraid you're going to disappear. "Surprise, Mister Grumps! We couldn't bear to see you so miserable," laughs Kim.

He seems so happy he takes the teasing good-naturedly; he can't even deny anymore how cranky he was before you got here. Entranced by your presence, he lets the members joke while you move towards the fire. "How?" he simply asks.

"Pulled a couple of all-nighters to make it in time. I wouldn't miss tonight for the world."

He tries to admonish you for the sleep deprivation, but ultimately, nothing can make him mad at having you here within arm's reach after months away. Being back feels so right, like finally all the pieces of the puzzle are in place. You're glued to Paul, and although his presence is calming, you know he can feel the odd energy rippling from you in waves, as evidenced by the careful glances he keeps throwing you.

Clearing your throat to gather everyone’s attention, all eyes turn to you. "I really wanted to be here tonight to celebrate the start of summer, but also because I wanted to tell you all in person the news. As you know, I'm coming up to the end of my degree and have to do an internship, where I will hopefully be able to work permanently if things go according to plan." You let the silence stretch, your eyes moving from one expecting face to the other. "I hope you guys are ready because the school has accepted my proposition. I'm coming back here until I get my degree."

There is complete stillness until you are once again swept off your feet by the whole group. They all cheer at the amazing news of your return, Emily and Kim the loudest of them all.

Paul seems in shock. This man who usually cannot keep his mouth shut to save his life sits completely motionless, eyes boring into yours with his mouth agape, again. "I think you broke him this time," teases Quil.

"Give him some time to digest the happy news," advises Sam with a reassuring hand on Paul’s shoulder.

Seth, oblivious as ever, cuts in, brandishing a gigantic bag of marshmallows. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s celebrate with S'mores!"

As your friends gather around the fire to prepare the snack, you feel big hands on your hips pulling you back. Paul twirls you to face him, his brown eyes shining with blinding happiness. "You're serious about this? This isn't some twisted dream?"

You kiss him softly. "Definitely not a dream."

Dark eyes open after a few seconds of blissful appreciation. "And you're sure this is really what you want? You're not just doing this for me?" His tone is unsure, and you could melt. You know how hard the long distance is on him, and still, he'd be ready to keep this up for your happiness.

"This is my home. Teaching here and helping my community has always been a dream of mine. I'm over the moon. Being able to be with you again is just the best bonus of all time."

A big breath leaves his lungs as he rests his forehead on yours in complete surrender. "I love you so much."

"I love you more, Lahote."

"Impossible," he growls.

"Very bold of you to assume that I don’t need you as much as you need me. I’m extremely pathetic when it comes to you."

"Oh yeah?" A big smirk stretches his lips as he wraps his arms around your waist, more than ready to pull you in for what would most likely be a dizzying kiss.

However, your friends have other plans, and urge you to come eat the biggest S'mores you have ever seen in your life. You let yourself be pulled by the love of your life, knowing that you’re in for a lifetime of kisses with Paul Lahote anyway.

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protective-bestfriend!embry series

protective-bestfriend!embry who’s always watching out for you

protective-bestfriend!embry who notices when something’s off immediately

protective-bestfriend!embry who walks you home every time and waits until you’re inside before leaving

protective-bestfriend!embry who keeps track of your schedule and says it’s just habit

protective-bestfriend!embry who gets tense when someone makes you uncomfortable

protective-bestfriend!embry who checks on you constantly

protective-bestfriend!embry who brings you food when you forget to eat

protective-bestfriend!embry who takes care of you quietly and insists he’s just being a good friend

protective-bestfriend!embry who gets confused when it feels like more

protective-bestfriend!embry who goes quiet when you pull away

protective-bestfriend!embry who would do anything for you

protective-bestfriend!embry who’s already in too deep

protective-bestfriend!embry who loves you like it’s instinct