Would Anyone Be Interested In Reading Some Of My Writing? I Mostly Write For The Many Fandoms I'm In.

Would anyone be interested in reading some of my writing? I mostly write for the many fandoms I'm in. My beta reader/editor hasn't been in the mood to read my stuff for about a month now and I'm suffering from writers block because she helps me with my ideas. So, if anyone wants to read any of my stuff or wants to help me with ideas or anything, I'd appreciate it. I can't promise quality work, but I can certainly try my best.

The Other Woman

Warning: arguing, swearing, alcohol consumption

Genre: angst, fluff (near the end)

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Reader

Wc: 1.5k

a/n: this is longer than I expected it to be but I hope you enjoy 😅

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“So you’re just gonna just leave me?!” Paul cried as his voice echoed through the thick woods. His eyes were bloodshot red mixed with anger and hurt staring at you looking for an answer.

You sniffled wiping your tears with your sleeve “Paul I told before this is my dream career, and we already discussed me leaving!” You raised your voice as well becoming frustrated at him not understanding why you had to leave.

“You know it’s hard for me to be away from you, you’re my anchor. What am I suppose to do with your across the damn country!” He ran his down his face holding back threatening tears.

“Paul you’re being fucking selfish!” You screamed clenching your fists. You two had a long intense stare down for a few minutes and that’s when you realized this was getting ridiculous and out of hand.

“Paul” you softly called to him.

“I love you and I always will, but baby I need to focus on me too.” You gently placed your hand in his holding it firmly “Only 50 students get accepted each year out of the thousands who apply. I have to-“ He snatched his hands away from you startling you as he pushed his resting body off the tree trunk in anger stomping past you.

“Go! Just fuckin’ go!…but just know we are done” that sentence made your heart shatter.

“Paul I-“

“No, I just can’t handle having a long distance relationship. It’ll never work” with that he kept walking not taking a look back at his broken lover. You watched the boy you love walk away as you collapsed on the forrest floor sobbing your heart out.

“We- well I guess this is goodbye you asshole.” You choked out.

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It’s now have been a few years since you’ve be been back home and you truly missed it. You were doing alright in school but the city life wasn’t for you and not to say you didn’t enjoy the spontaneous soul it held you yearned for the relaxed and calming aura Forks held. It always soothed your anxiousness.

You smile as you pulled into Emilys drive way and noticing not much has changed. Given it was night time but you did notice Sam added on to the house and repainted it.

You got out your car and stretched letting out an exasperated sigh “well here we go.” You spoke to your self lacking enthusiasm.

You tapped your fingers against your thighs nervously as you walked around to the back yard. Emily and Sam were the only ones who knew you were coming so they notified you that they were having a family bonfire. You quietly peeked around not wanting to be noticed yet but due to their heightened senses Seth caught your scent and turned around.

His alert expression was replaced with a big grin. “No way man! Look guys y/n home!!” everyone got up to greet you but the one you were looking for ignored the whole interaction.

They were all bombarded you with questions ‘how’s your school life?’, ‘what’s it like living in New York’, ‘Are you staying home for good?’ But all you could focus on is Paul snuggled up with a girl you’ve never seen before.

“Oh her?” Jared spoke up noticing your glaring “some girl he brought around a year after you left.” He shook his head sitting back down.

“Does she know?” You ask and he shook his head catching on.

“She has no clue about our…secret” he whispered, “but she’s been around for a good bit.” You let that sigh thinking it over and over. It honestly made you angry, how could he do this when you to are undoubtedly meant for each other.

Feeling your mood shift his eyes locked with yours. He wanted to run over to you and whisk you off to his room to talk about your stay in New York, but the way you both left things stopped him. You glanced over at the girl and she looked so infatuated with him as she played with his hands like you used to, smiling and stroking his hair like you used to and laying her head on his chest like you used to. She was beyond gorgeous too, perfect skin, long natural lashes and big pretty eyes.

You were jealous.

But all you could do was close your eyes and take a deep breath as you sat between Seth and Quil. Quil handed you a beer and you gladly excepted cracking it open chugging half the bottle.

“So y/n, how’s fashion school treating you?” Emily questioned with a sincere smile as she twirled her marshmallow through the fire.

“Oh great! I was actually an intern for Donatella Versace! Can you believe that?! She even let me and a few other students work on a show with her, it was amazing” you grinned excitedly. You really were truly pleased with the profession you chose.

“Oh I’m so proud of you, that’s wonderful! Isn’t it Paul?” Your smile faded as you glared at her. You both spoke with your eyes, you glaring daggers into her soul as she acted like she did nothing. That went on for a few minutes until you heard a low yeah come from Paul.

“Well..everyone join me in the kitchen please I believe the lasagnas done” Emily collected them some looked confused as other caught on.

“Excluding Paul and y/n you two have some catching up to do” she smiled pushing you back on the log you were sitting on mouthing the words ‘talk to him’.

“Let’s go Christi” Em put an emphasis on her name as she grabbed the new girl ignoring her protests.

‘So that’s her name’ you thought as you sized her up.

Watching them go in the house left you two alone, and you hated awkward silence. All he did was stare at the flames sipping his beer.

“So you moved on I see” You said full of spite.

“Yes and no” you rolled your eyes and his dumb response.

‘This prick! Who does he think he is?!’ you internally screamed.

“What does that even mean Paul?” You edged on getting annoyed by his nonchalant attitude.

“You promised me—“ you pause to swallow the lump forming in your throat. “You promised me forever you bastard!” It took everything in you to not cry.

“You’re the one who left” he muttered taking notice of your teary eyes.

“To follow my dreams!” You yelled shaking your hands in the air in frustration. “We’ve talked about this since the beginning of time Paul. You’re the one who told me to follow my heart and get out of this small town. To make something out of myself…”

“I know what I said damnit!” He grumbled taking another swig of his beer.

He sighs looking off into the dark night “I just…l- I don’t know.”

“Paul-“

“I didn’t want you to go ok!” He straightened his posture throwing the empty beer bottle to the ground in a fit a rage “I only reacted like that because— because I guess part of me was jealous a-and the other half wanted you to stay… I was scared that you’d never come back to me” his tone fell softer at the end looking away from your confused stare.

“Paul, we’re souls mates. Literally!” You let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know why you didn’t think I’d come back to you…you’re my baby” you shyly added the last bit causing him to become flustered.

“But you continue to hurt me. Then and now, with your so called moving on’’you rolled your eyes moving your fingers in quotation marks.

“Christi? she’s pretty and all but she not you.”

“You think that makes it better? I come home to make things right and I find you and some other chick cuddled under each other” your nose flared in anger.

He got up from his seat to sit beside you. Your body tensed, you were conflicted you wanted to hold him tight and tell him you’ll never leave again but also strangle him.

“You have every right to be angry at me doll” it fell quiet and you heard nature for the first time in a long time. You missed the way the cicadas sung at night and how the tress danced with the wind along with the twinkling stars in the pitch black sky. It felt like home— no it is home.

“You know it hurt me coming home and made me feel like the other women” Paul heart clenched, he never wanted you to feel like that.

“I’m so so sorry y/n. I just missed you like fucking crazy and…and I thought talking to someone would help with the loneliness but it only made me realize no one could ever replace you even if they tried. I know I’m the one who broke things apart, but baby if you’re willing to give me a second chance I swear it to you I won’t hurt you ever again” he stared at you with the most adoration as he spoke his heart for the first time in a long time.

You held his face in caressing his cheek with one hand, he rested his eyes leaning into it. “Paul I love you and I missed you too…and I’m willing to give us another chance. But…we can’t pretend like what happened didn’t happen so let’s take it slow from here on out ok? ” You gave him a hopeful smile lightly pinching his cheek.

He smiled “ok my love.”

That night you two spent the night in each other’s arms laughing, giggling, crying and just all around enjoying each others company. You both missed the other dearly and never wanted to part anytime soon.

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EDIT:

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