A/N: Just a quick disclaimer, if you see this story on Wattpad under the same title, it is not a copy or I’m not trying to copy it, it is my story from over three years ago that I am just rewriting and actually finishing. Damn old me was a big self projector in this part haha
Warnings: nightmare, mentions of blood
Trigger warning: heavy bullying, suicidal reader & thoughts
Summary: The voice
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You were looking around but saw nothing, everything was pitch black. You tried calling out to see if anyone was there, but nothing seemed to be coming out of your mouth. No noise, no nothing.
“Y/N.” You heard your name being called but you turned but saw no one. “Y/N.” You heard from behind you. “Y/N.” This time it felt like someone had whispered it in your ear sending chills down your spine. You slowly got up, walking around seeing that you couldn’t find an end to the darkness around you. There was no wall, no windows, until you bumped into something. It didn’t feel like a wall, but it felt firm.
“Hello?” Your voice finally started to cooperate with you. You looked up and were met with a pair of red eyes. You felt drawn to them, and started to walk closer. Your hand reached up to touch whoever was there but your hand was suddenly in a firm grip. You were pushed into a wall that you had no idea was there and you could feel your heart trying to beat out of your chest. You were getting nervous as you started to sweat and still had no idea what was going on. “Please don’t hurt me.” You begged, and heard a laugh feeling their breath fan your ear.
“You’re mine, la tua cantante.” You heard the voice in your ear and felt a hand on your neck. You were about to ask what that meant, but felt teeth sink into your skin. You screamed when you felt an excruciating pain and everything went black.
You shot up in the bed with a scream and suddenly Rosalie was in the room.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked, walking over to you sitting down pulling you into her arms. You didn’t know what to say, and just stayed in her arms crying, grabbing onto Rosalie’s shirt like it was the last thing you’d ever do. “Edward!” Rosalie called and Edward was in the room staring at the two of you.
Thoughts from the dream were still going through your head making Edward’s eyes widen. You were all down stairs in a matter of seconds, and everyone was in the living room. You felt a little pain, but didn’t know where it was so you just laid on your side closing your eyes hoping it would subside. Edward started explaining what happened to everyone and suddenly the pain became 100% worse. Before you knew it you were on the floor crying in pain. You didn’t know what to grab in pain since it felt as though everything was in pain, almost like you were burning.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?“ You heard Rosalie’s voice. You couldn’t answer because of all the pain, and you were pretty sure you probably looked weird squirming in pain on the floor. The pain seemed to be getting worse and worse.
“Make it stop.” You cried when you started to hear a ringing in my ears. The pain continued and you put my hands over your ears as the ringing became louder. "It hurts.” You whimpered and it felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Waves of relief washed over you and you finally relaxed on the floor still laying there, feeling as though you were about to pass out. You felt warm liquid running down my nose and tasted blood on my lips. You wiped your nose and looked at your hand seeing it stained in blood, staring at the blood on your hand.
“What was that Carlisle?” You heard Alice ask.
“I don’t know, but I think I should do a couple tests on Y/N so it will be easier when I’m doing research to find out what’s wrong" Carlisle helped you up and you coughed and felt blood on your lip.
“That’s not a good sign, is it?“ You asked, looking at your hand as soon as you had wiped my mouth seeing a dark shade of red on my hand.
“We’ll see, don’t worry about it just yet.” Carlisle explained, trying to reassure you making you nod and look down. After a couple hours of Carlisle doing tests he looked at Edward and nodded. “Well Y/N, I think that you were just too hot or maybe made yourself bleed when you had the dream of yours. Other than that everything is perfectly fine.” Carlisle explained, and you nodded still looking at him.
You didn’t believe him, but you put the thought in the back of your head so Edward wouldn’t tell you otherwise. You sat next to Rosalie on the couch and curled up getting comfortable on her. You liked her coldness which made you sigh in content. You rested your head on her shoulder looking up at her. She wasn’t looking at you for a moment but toward someone else and you didn’t really care who, but you saw her smile.
“I’m bored.” You complained after 3 minutes of silence, and heard Emmett laugh at you. You smirked evilly and looked at Edward because he was the only one that knew what you wanted to do, and he couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. You got off Rosalie looking around the room innocently. You were getting closer and closer to Emmett but played it off as if you were just admiring the room. Once you were behind him, you suddenly jumped on his back. He almost dropped you on purpose which made you let out a squeak and you hit him on the head.
After a while of him running vamp speed around the house he finally stops and puts you down and you stuck your tongue out at him twirling around the room like the little immature girl you were. You were 15 about to turn 16 and you had been acting like one very hyper child. You were running around the house giggling and occasionally bumping into one of the Cullen’s or a random object and sometimes even a wall that you for some reason had not seen in front of you before which made you giggle even more. You were just a normal teenager if you didn’t count your eyes. Suddenly something hit you that you weren’t a normal teenager. You were a freak, a mistake, something that shouldn’t exist. This thought made you stop what you were doing and you felt tears well up in your eyes and you tried not to cry.
“Y/N, are you okay you suddenly got really quiet!“ You heard Rosalie as she called out to you and you just looked down at the floor. You made a small noise to indicate you were fine, but didn’t say anything. Knowing Edward was probably listening to my thoughts you didn’t really care as you sat on the stairs and leaned your head against the wall.
Bella doesn’t love you. You heard and looked around wondering where you heard it from.
She probably wishes you were dead. You heard and you let out a sob. You suddenly got many things like it and covered your ears crying.
You should go jump off a cliff. Or maybe even join a circus they’d love you over there. You’re just a weird mistake no guy will ever love you. You’re going to die alone might as well just kill yourself now and get it over with. Wouldn’t you like that Y/N? For the pain to end. You should do us all a favor and kill yourself. Don’t be selfish, make other people happy. Suddenly the voices stopped and you were wrapped into someone’s arms.
“Hey shh why are you crying? ” You heard Rosalie’s voice as she stroked your hair rocking me back and forth.
“I want to die.” You said looking up at her with tears in your eyes.
“Hey, don’t say that. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said taking your face in her hands looking you in the eyes, smiling sadly. You looked down and felt the tears hitting your legs. You shook your head and got up.
“Uh I think I should go get some, fresh air?” You said, or more like asked. You got up and so did Rosalie but you shook your head. “Alone.” You added. The only reason you were going to get ‘fresh air’ was because you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t handle all the bullying at school, and now that voice in your head that came out of nowhere. As you were walking to the door, you were thinking of ways you could do it. Especially since the only thing around the house was the forest. You guessed you’d just think of something once you got there there. You were right at the door when suddenly you were pulled back forcefully which made you fall on your butt and whimper in pain.
“You’re not going to kill yourself Y/N.” Edward said, looking down at you, and you cried and looked up at him.
“Why not? Nobody would care anyway.” You scoffed, getting up and trying to get passed Edward. He held you back and you pushed against him. “Get out of the way Edward.” You said and shoved him but he didn’t budge. You raised your hand and as you were about to slap him he caught your hand.
“Y/N you can’t kill yourself. We’ll care, Charlie will care, even Jacob and Billy will care.” He explained looking down at you.
You felt a tear slip down your cheek as you heard the names of the only people that treated you as though you were normal. Your hand slipped out of his grip and you spun on your heel and ran up the stairs to the room you’d been staying in. You closed the door and leaned against it, pulling your knees to your chest, resting your chin on the top. You stayed like that for a while with your eyes closed, trying to calm down. Suddenly your phone started to ring and you pulled it out seeing it was Jacob.
“Hey Jacob, what’s up?” You asked as you put the phone up to your ear.
“Hey Y/N. I was wondering if you wanted to come down to La Push on Monday with Quil Embry and I?” He asked and you thought about it, a smirk forming on your face when
“Sure long hair I’ll see you at your house in the morning then.” You said and you said your byes hanging up the phone.
The rest of the weekend was the same, Carlisle doing test and researching some stuff that you weren’t allowed to see and you, Rosalie, and Emmet playing weird games in their room. Once you got to your house you hurried up to get ready as you had to hurry to get to Jacob’s house. Once you got there, Jacob was waiting in the front of his house with Quil and Embry. Embry’s back was facing toward you so you told the boys to be quiet and not say anything.
You jumped on his back and giggled when he let out a girly scream and the boys started laughing. It was cool about people over at the reservation. They don’t act like you’re a weirdo. You quickly kissed Embry’s cheek and jumped off going over to Jacob and Quil leaning on Quil since he was as tall as you. As you were all walking down to the beach you passed Sue Clearwater’s house. You saw her outside and waved, giving her a small smile. She did the same and you saw Seth walking out of the house, and he waved smiling and I did the same.
You knew a lot of people at the reservation, it was like your second home and the home that you would prefer. You’d told your dad about moving there since all his friends live there, but he said no because Bella was coming to stay with you. You would have probably moved over here if Bella wasn’t coming. You weren’t complaining about her coming home, but it would have been nice to move to the reservation. You all raced to the beach and you were the first one there with Embry in second, Jacob in third, and Quil last and you all laughed while he was out of breath. You were all sitting on the rocks staring up at Sam’s cult, and you all were talking about them.
“They must spend a lot of money for those steroids.” Quil said and you shook your head laughing slightly.
“You’re just jealous they have a six pack and you don’t.” You teased and laughed when Quil jumped on top of you and you both started to play wrestle. You won but you were sure Quil just let you win. Jacob suddenly threw you over his shoulder and you squealed when he threw you in the water. You came up and coughed out the water that was in your mouth, looking up to see the boys laughing.
“Jacob Emphrium Black! I’m gonna kill you!” You screamed and started chasing him. You tackled him to the floor and pinched him until he said mercy. You were all walking back to the guys and they were laughing at you because you were soaking wet. You smirked and ran up to both of them giving them a hug, hoping to get them soaking wet too. You could tell it was gonna be a fun day.
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I’m gonna need y’all to go back into your twilight phase and start writing more fanfic >:| I’m tired of reading stuff that was updated 2 years ago and still having hope that a new update will come out soon… plz
I need the same confidence that I had when I was younger thinking that I was Sam uleys daughter. You literally could not get me off my high horse my god complex was so out of this world oh my god… “oh your dads a technician? My dad is a alpha werewolf that fights vampires for a living ” can you imagine being EIGHT and having another EIGHT year old tell you that
He’s one of the last to imprint. Out of all of them, Seth has wanted this more then anything else. In his mind, it’s the best thing to come out of the whole werewolf thing. The idea of someone out there being made to love him is just so beautiful. Seth has always been a little bit of a romantic, roses and candlelight and soulmates forever on his mind.
So he waited.
And he waited and waited and watched as his friends fell in love one by one, some with their imprints and others beyond that. And he wondered if he was ever going to have something so beautiful, something he could call his own. At night he would dream of it, building his perfect love and life in his mind as he fell asleep. The others all saw his fantasies and felt that, out of all of them, Seth deserved his dream come true the most. It was a silent thing, none of them ever brought it up.
But when Seth said a little prayer, so did they.
One day, he’ll find that the person he painted in his mind was much like the person he would one day fall in love with. How his fantasies came together to make someone so perfect, he’ll never know. But he’ll never question the miracle that is you once you’ve been found…but for now, he’s waiting and waiting…
But when he finally finds you, he’s overjoyed! You are like the sunshine breaking through the storm clouds, surrounding him with light.
It happens slowly to him.
He’s walking home with Embry and some of the others, walking a little bit ahead of the pack and lost in his own world. A flurry of voices and music playing from an MP3 players steals his attention from the daydreams and he looked up for a brief moment. Just a moment…there were a few kids he knew from Forks…and there was you. Later he would learn that you had just moved to Forks and some new friends were showing you the sights (the very few they could claim). Catching your eye, you’re so flustered by his intense and beautiful gaze that you drop something in the path without noticing. But in that moment, he knew nothing, he thought nothing. He only felt it, the most powerful emotions he’d ever experienced.
Everything stopped, the sound of babbling voices, the birdsong, everything.
Something reached into his and pulled at his heart, his soul, pulling him towards you. His imprint. Seth had found his imprint. In one brief, perfect moment, you had looked away from your friends and right at him. And you smiled. The noise in his head (the pack howling in delight and encouraging him to run after you) and Leah’s stupid, happy smile wake him up…and at once Seth is making an excuse (Leah will explain to Mom later) and running after you.
“Hey…you dropped this.”
Happily ever after starts now.
Right away, Seth is your best friend. He’s always there, always ready to help you or just hang out, whatever you need, he’s there. It’s so sweet how much he just wants to make you happy, holding onto every smile you share with him. Seth doesn’t want to make you move too quickly into something you’re not ready for, he knows that this whole thing is crazy. After all, he’s a wolf, you’re his soulmate, and you’re both just figuring all of this out and getting to know one another.
So he’s taking it slow.
He wants to know you more then anything else. So Seth will watch your favorite movies and read your favorite books. He makes a playlist of the music you listen to and looks for pieces of you hidden within the lyrics. For you it’s slow but for Seth it’s something quick and powerful. He’s falling and falling hard for you, too scared to say a damn thing. In time, you’re becoming friends and telling each other everything. Seth finds it easy to open up to you, whispering all of the things he’s never told anyone in your ear.
And you can tell him things too, everything and anything. One night you told him that he was the only one you felt so bonded to before and he takes so much pride in that.
“I’m here for you, Y/N, I’ll always will be.”
But in time, he wants to be so much more. The emotions that tie Seth to you are powerful and he isn’t sure what to make of them…he’s not even really sure when the feelings start to shift…but they do. Just little things at first.
Like how pretty your eyes are (the color of your eyes become his very favorite).
And how perfect everything is when you’re with him, even the basic stuff like running errands and doing homework. How can you make something so mundane feel like magic?
And how his heart goes wild when you whisper in his ear.
Seth is laying in bed one night, dreaming and yet awake at the same time…he’s dreaming of you.
He’s done it before but this dream is something different…it’s more real somehow. In the dream, you’re running in the sunlight forest, laughing and moving in the golden light and calling to him. Seth runs as wolf, weaving in between moss-smothered trees, but comes to you as a man. And just as he embraces you, just as he’s about to kiss you…he wakes up.
His lips are on fire. His heart is going wild. And just like that, Seth realizes that he’s fallen in love with you.
“Oh…oh.”
Luckily, you want him too. If you’d loved someone else, Seth would have swallowed the heartbreak and respected that…thank god that you feel the same! It isn’t hard to love Seth. He’s sweet and kind hearted, a little bit of fire burning beneath a sweet exterior.
You loved him at once.
But the thing is, both of you keep dancing around it, unable to speak of your (very, very mutual) feelings. He’s afraid that it would be too much for you to handle (because nobody really expects their boyfriend to be a freaking werewolf), you’re afraid that he might not really want you (because what if his feelings are forced by some supernatural whatever when yours are so, so real)…and honestly, everyone is getting pretty damn sick of it.
The pack is constantly listening to him moon over you, Jacob and Embry trying to encourage him to speak up.
But it’s Quil that gives him the final push.
They’re all hanging out and he says (only joking and Seth knows that) that if Seth doesn’t ask you out, he might. It’s a joke. Just a joke. But inside Seth is burning with jealousy, the feeling so powerful that it’s almost suffocating. He nearly shifted then and there but held back enough at the thought of you. And just like that he’s ditching the bonfire and running to your house, ignoring the hoard of voices in his head. The old tree outside of your window can barely hold him and, with his hulking form, Seth is in no way graceful. But he climbs it and knocks on your window, watching as you appear in the dark.
“Seth?” you whisper as the window slides open.
“I really,” he almost falls, catching himself on the windowsill. “Y/N, I really like you.”
“I really like you too.”
“Cool.”
And then he was kissing you, hand cupping your cheek as he clambered through the window. Together you fall to the bed, Seth on top of you and losing himself in your lips.
The boy goes ALL OUT on the first date. He asks Sue and Leah for advice, borrows Jake’s car, and spends the whole drive talking himself up. He’s got what he thinks is a foolproof plan: dinner, movie, then the scenic route home.
There’s an outdoor movie theater that plays old movies in the summer.
He packs a picnic of your favorite foods and picks you up. The old car is filled with excited, fluttering tension as you drive down the quiet road. His hands are on the steering wheel (but he wishes he was holding you) and there’s a song playing softly. The movie playing is “The Shop Around the Corner” because his mom told him to go for romance.
But in all honesty, neither of you are paying much attention to the movie.
You’re too busy talking and laughing, paying more attention to each other then you do to the screen. He may have brought your favorite snacks but you brought his too, pulling them from your backpack with a grin. The movie is over before you know it and Seth is taking you home. Seth is burning and you’re moving closer, your hand just barely brushing against his…and just like that, he’s taking your hand and holding you tight. He never lets go through the night, driving you home through the empty roads. Moonlight is spun through the trees like spiderwebs, silver and lovely. The music is a bit louder, some cheesy love song crooning on.
His hand in on your thigh, the rough pad of his thumb tracing circles and you’re smiling at the touch of him.
Seth is a caller, not a texter. He prefers to hear your voice, the sound of you is just so…comforting. It’s funny, really. No matter how upset he is, no matter how bad his day has been, a single word from you brings him back up.
“Seth?”
He had called you in the middle of the night and you had picked up at once, almost as though you had sensed how badly he needed you.
“Can you just talk? Just for a little while…”
Always. You always have time for him. And all he wants is to hear your voice so you pick up a book from your nightstand and begin to read to him. The night passes slowly. Seth watches the moon from his bedroom window as he holds onto your voice like his lifeline. You’re the only things keeping him together.
“But a blackbird singing undisturbed in the outskirts of the wood, showed that there was nothing alarming there, and in the other direction, along the brook, all was plain to be seen, empty and quiet. The warren was at peace…”
He has a playlist “Y/N”. Most of the songs are ones that remind him of you, songs and bands that you like and have mentioned to him. Others are songs that were playing at important moments to him.
Light up the Sky by Yellowcard, when he first saw you. It had been playing on that crappy, half-broken MP3 player and his hearing was keen enough to hear it. After that day, it’s one of his favorite songs. Whenever he hears it, the happiness he feels infects the whole pack.
“Let me light up the sky, light it up for you. Let me tell you why I would die for you.”
Realize by Colbie Caillat as he was driving you home. It’s late and you’re both way past curfew…but you’re snuggled against him half-asleep and, damn it, he never wants tonight to end.
“If you just realize what I just realized then we’d be perfect for each other…”
Here in my Heart by Plus One when he snuck over one night because he was missing you. You were up and writing in your journal, music playing quietly as Seth stumbled in and lay by your side all night long.
“Your kiss and your touch I’ll never forget ‘cause you’re as close as my very next breath.”
You don’t find the playlist until a few years later, it’s grown into an endless stream of songs by then. All different genres and none of them going quite well together and yet…they fit. It’s a little map of your love story and it helps Seth. It comforts him in a way that he cannot properly explain to anyone, not even himself. When things get hard, he presses play and reminds himself of the most important thing on earth: he is loved.
Little known Seth facts:
He’s an artist. He’s actually crazy talented, mostly sketching for a long time but later (after he phases because he needed an outlet) getting into painting and wood carving. His artwork is something of van Gogh, bright colors blending together to create beautiful landscapes and portraits. He paints the forest, his mother’s hands and sister’s smile, the sun and the moon, wildflowers…and you. More then anything, Seth paints and sketches and sculpts you.
Meet the world’s worst singer. Seth can dance pretty well but his voice? Terribly, horribly, awfully off-key. He cannot sing at all but does that stop him? Nope! He sings in the early morning, coffee brewing as he makes breakfast. Leah stumbles out of bed, mumbling for him to shut his mouth (and he only sings louder, his mother joining in) as he flips a lopsided pancake.
And you sit in the sunshine, watching him and wondering how one person could be so, so lovely.
*this is mostly a joke because Booboo Stewart is an AMAZING singer and I would love to see him play a really bad singer for a laugh.
But he’s actually a good guitarist. His dad had an old guitar (from his younger days, claiming that he romanced his wife with the old Dreadnought) and gave it to Seth, who taught himself to play. On lazy days he’ll strum away for a while, music filling the house.
The day is growing late.
Sunlight slips away slowly, darkening the world.
Seth is sitting on the porch, the windows to the house opened to let the fresh air in. He can hear his mother and sister talking softly and they can hear him playing on of Harry’s favorite songs. And you’re sitting beside him, watching his fingers pluck away at silver strings and thinking that he’s some kind of magic.
He has moles and freckles all over. On his arms, his knees, a scattered constellation on his back. You love to touch every little piece, fingers wandering over his skin as he grins at the gentle feeling of you. Sometimes, when it’s just the two of you in his room and he’s laying on his chest, you’ll kiss the stars on his back and, god, it feels so wonderful.
“Y/N…”
If you’re alone (and his mother’s nowhere near), Seth will almost always be shirtless around you, in hopes that you’ll run your fingers over his smooth skin and count the constellations scattered across him (he puts a shirt on when his mother is there because he’s so easily flustered).
You both ask each other to be boyfriend/girlfriend. The relationship has been going pretty steady by now.
You’ve been going on dates, meeting each other friends and family, the works…but you haven’t confirmed it yet. You haven’t said those two little words that have been lingering on both of your minds:
Girlfriend/boyfriend.
But one night he’s driving you home and you both go something on your mind and tangled in your tongue. In the end, you both just blurt it out together before answering…and falling apart into laughter.
“Do you wanna be my boyfriend/girlfriend?”
“Yes!”
He makes you a promise bracelet once you’re official. Seth has been working on the bracelet for weeks, making sure it was perfect. It’s braided of dark brown leather, a wooden wolf charm hanging from it.
He’s practically SHAKING as he hands it to you, hoping that you’ll like it. And you do, oh, you love that little bracelet!
After he first puts it around your wrist, you rarely take it off. The little wolf is always with you, watching over you even Seth cannot. He loves the sight of it, knowing that the bracelet is a symbol of love. It is a promise to love you and protect you, forever and always. Sometimes, when he holds your hand, the wooden wolf brushes against him and he smiles.
Seth will say “I love you” first. Because he’s been saying it all of the time though you could not hear it.
When he first saw you and was all at once compelled by a tidal wave of emotion, he loved you already but didn’t know it (his mother did, recognizing that sweet smile on her son’s face as he told her about you).
When he first touched you, the feeling of your skin against his so sweet and warm and bright. It was sunlight and it was perfect.
When he first kissed you, messy and unprepared, but so impossibly happy.
He never wants to rush you into things, always taking your feelings in consideration. Seth, above all things, wants you to be happy, comfortable, and respected. So for a long time, the I love you’s stay silent, the words never leaving his lips…but finally, he can’t hold it back anymore. It’s been a hard day. He snuck away again (his mom always knows when he does, unbeknownst to him, and stays up until he comes back) and is in your bed, head on your heart as you run your fingers through his hair.
You’re the one. The one who knows, the one who listens, the one who holdshim just like this and makes it all better. Seth isn’t thinking when he says it. He’s so upset and lately, it’s been coming so naturally to him, it just slips out in a mumbled voice.
“I love you, Y/N…”
And when you say it, he thinks he’s gonna die of happiness. Yeah, of course HE loves YOU but there is no certainty that you would ever say it back. His bond were made in a moment, yours had to be made over time, bit by bit. And as you’re holding him, he hears your heartbeat grow wild…and Seth realizes what he just said.
I love you, I love you, I love you, Y/N…
Sitting up, Seth is a little freaked out and a little happy, worried that it’s all too much for you. His dark eyes are wide with worry…but that all goes away when you smile, cupping his face in your hands.
“I love you too,” you whisper softly.
And then he’s kissing you like he never has before, all of the emotion he’s been holding back bursts forth in a wave of fire. He’s not going anywhere. All night Seth with stay in your arms, kissing you and holding you and whispering those once silent words in between.
“I love you, I love you, I love you…”
After that, he never holds it back.
He likes going on walks with you, particularly when it’s sunny. There’s no destination in mind, he just wants to hang out with you. So he takes your hand and walks off into the sunshine so happy to be with you.
Sometimes you take a backpack full of snacks and books, finding a little nook in the sun-dappled flowers and reading the day away.
Sometimes he takes his guitar and plays you love songs.
And sometimes the rain spoils your fun, stuffing books into backpacks and taking each other’s hands. You’re laughing, running through the rain and holding onto one another so tight. Stumbling to the Clearwater home, there’s silver raindrops in his long hair and Seth is falling against the doorway, hands on your hips as he pulls you into him. In a moment, you’ll have tea and cookies Leah made…but right now, he just wants to kiss you.
And he does.
Seth will kiss you in the rain or shine or the shade, your lips welcoming him home time and time again…like he was made just for this.
The pack loves the way he loves you. Seth is sort of everyone’s favorite in the pack, everyone’s little brother. They love him and when they see and feel how happy you make him, they begin to love you too.
Leah loves you already. The delight that pours out of Seth is contagious and, while she likes you, she won’t let on…she’s worried about her baby brother getting hurt. But you quickly earn your place in the pack and the Clearwater home, so obviously enamored with Seth. She doesn’t have to read your mind to know that you love him too.
“So…what do think?”
“I think she’s perfect.”
Quil and Embry love to gently tease. After all, you’re practically their little sister now (and Quil always wanted a sister). So they tease you and chase you and, if Seth’s not there, step up as your protectors.
“Aw, look at the lovebirds!”
Jacob is always willing to lend Seth his car for date nights. After all, the kid needs a ride and, well, Jacob just loves love. And if Seth is scared or confused or in need of advice, Jacob is right there to guide him through it all.
Plenty of late nights will be spent on the beach, the packs and their imprints settled around a blazing fire. His arm is wrapped around you, holding you close as you rest half-asleep on his chest…and they all can see the purest love and joy on Seth’s face, hearing the loving thoughts in his mind. Out of all of them, Seth is most worthy of happily ever after.
Leah imprinted first and it has been…awkward. Of course Seth is so happy for his favorite person (so, so happy) but, well, there’s a lot he doesn’t want to think about.
A LOT.
It’s something they don’t speak about. But once he finds you, the awkwardness slips away. He’s so focused on you that his sister’s intrusive thoughts fade from his mind, the both of them basking in the glow of never-ending happiness. You and Leah’s imprint tend to spend a lot of time together. In the beginning, it’s mostly just association. Seth and Leah often patrol together and the two of you start spending those nights waiting up with them together.
But in time it becomes a true friendship.
You two become the Clearwater protection squad and Seth LOVES that…he catches you vehemently defending Leah when someone referred to her as a “frigid bitch” and silently cheered you on the whole time.
Speaking of, he really wants Leah to like you. She was always concerned about her brother daring/imprinting, because he’s so soft and sweet and he takes things so damn hard. Their dad’s death hit him hard and, as sunny as he is, Seth’s been having a rough time.
There’s a sadness lingering in his eyes, like shadows in the sun, and she can see it. She always sees it and she always feels that guilt, no matter how many times Seth says that it isn’t her fault.
But then you come and he’s happier then he has ever been, just the way Leah was when she found her imprint. The two stayed up late the night he found you, Seth babbling on and on about how excited/nervous/happy he was and Leah just soaking up his glow. She’s been rooting for the two of you since day one…though she dis gently vet you.
Just to make sure.
Double dates with the pack couples (particularity Jared and Kim). The pack hangs out on the regular but, when they separate into smaller groups, Seth enjoys a double date. It started when you and Kim became friends, bonding during the late nights spent waiting and watching movies together. In time, your hanging out pulled Seth and Jared into it. So sometimes you hang out together.
Camping trips and hangouts out the beach happen often.
But more then anything else, the four of you watch movies together. The couples take turns picking the movies. Jared likes action flicks and Kim likes romcons, Seth has a love for fantasy films. You meet at somebody’s place, eat snacks, and just chill out. Sometimes another pairing will come along, Leah or Embry bring their own imprints. But mostly it’s just you guys goofing off and being happy. He and Jared didn’t hang out much before because, well, they didn’t have a lot in common. But Seth thinks he’s cool and Jared think Seth’s funny and in time, they are pretty close too.
Truthfully, Seth likes normal moments like this…he doesn’t get enough of them.
The most. Supportive. Boyfriend. Ever. Seriously, Seth believes in you and supports you and loves you so, so much. He thinks that you are AMAZING and believes that you are capable of everything and anything. But he shows support is very soft, sweet ways.
Making you tea or coffee when you’re studying or working on a project, sneaking your favorite snacks in your bag, writing you little notes to find and packing you a lunch.
He’ll text you to check in and is always there to cheer you on!
But he’s also there to pick you up too, running you a bath or making you dinner when you’ve a had a long day and need someone to put you back together again.
“I got you, babe.”
He has this way of just…sensing whenever you’re upset and need him. It’s his spidey sense. And once the alarm bells go off, Seth is at your side and doing whatever it takes to make things right.
Be there for him too. Seth is going through a lot and, while he remains the same sunny soul he has always been, there’s a lot more to him then that.
So let him vent to you when he’s angry, comfort him when he cries, let him come to you when he needs you more then ever. You’ll know when he is coming (you just know, like you’re soul senses his own) and you welcome him with open arms as he climbs through your window. He my rant or cry but most of the time…he just wants to hold you. Seth collapses in your arms perfectly, resting his head on your heart and just holding on tight.
Let him.
And cheer him on, bake his favorite desserts and sneak him candy (boy’s got a major sweet tooth), call him before he goes on patrol and let him fall into sleep as you read to him softly.
He needs to be put back together too sometimes.
If you’re ever sick/hurt, he is your personal nurse. He will take care of you so sweetly, fluffing pillows and taking temperatures, making you cups of soothing tea and staying with you as often as he can.
He actually really loves this.
Seth is by nature a nurturing person, he likes to take care of those he is close to. So he might baby you a little bit but it’s just his way of expressing love. But for himself, he’s the exact opposite, always insisting that he is fine (no, he is not) and that he can handle it (no, he can’t). You’re going to have to force your hand and, well, Seth can never say no to you.
“But sweetheart-”
“No.”
“…Yes, ma’am.”
He’s low key whipped (which Quil so often informs him of) but no one can deny the smile on his face when you fluff his pillows and make him tea and bring him movies to watch.
Eventually, he has to stop borrowing cars (either his mom’s, Leah’s or Jacob’s) and gets his own. It’s an old blue pickup, a little rusty and in need to some TLC, but Seth loves it already! He names it Big Blue and gets to work right away, Jacob helping him fix it up.
But Seth keeps it a secret.
You don’t have a car either and you usually walk home after work/school, Seth often keeping you company. One day as you’re walking home, you’ll hear the rumble of an old engine and music playing…and you’ll see a beat up pickup rumbling down the road, Seth smiling behind the wheel. The window rolls down and he leans out with a goofy grin.
“Need a ride?”
You hop right in and, from then on, Big Blue is a big part of your lives. He’ll last for decades, holding on a lot longer then most old trucks.
You’re his lockscreen. It’s a bit of a blurry pic but it’s his favorite picture in the world. The sun is setting behind you in a brilliant display of color, streaks of lilac and pink and sky blue swirling as the last rays of sunlight stream forth…you’re laughing about something, hair tangled and hands half-over your mouth.
He took it without you knowing and you don’t find out until later. Seth is a little embarrassed but you assure him that it’s okay.
“I just miss you sometimes and need to see you…”
You understand that, you miss Seth too. And so you pull our your phone and ask him to smile…the picture of him is perfect, you set it as your own lockscreen immediately. That way, missing each other is a little bit better. Sometimes at night, when you can’t fall asleep together, he’ll take out his phone and look at you until his eyes are heavy and he’s drifting into dreams again…
Of course he dreams of you.
He loves when you send him random pics. Sometimes of yourself (wearing a new outfit, smiling sweetly, goofing off with Kim and Rachel) but also pictures of the world around you. Little plants and flowers growing from concrete cracks, butterflies taking a rest and birds perched on bare branches.
Sometimes you play a game, taking a picture of a cloud and asking what he thinks it might be. Seth, of course, will have the cutest answers.
“It’s a butterfly, a dog, no, it’s Superman!”
Really, he just likes these little pieces of your life. Pictures of fireflies in the twilight and snowflakes in your hair, random chalk drawings on the sidewalk and the colorful stain that it leaves after a rainfall. He saves every one of them, looking at them whenever he’s thinking of you. And he thinks of you a lot. One day, when you have a home together, Seth will print out his favorites and put them all over the bedroom wall.
That way he can have you forever and ever.
Seth calls you honey or sweetheart. It’s perfect for you: sweet and golden, like the sweetness and light you’ve given him. You’re his honey, honeybee, honey-girl. But he’ll also call you sweetheart, the name falling from his lips so naturally. It isn’t until a year of being together that he finally figures out why.
His mother had heard him call you that when he was up late on the phone, a bittersweet smile on her face. And then he remembers that “sweetheart” is what his dad used to call her. It felt natural because it was what he grew up hearing, his mother giggling as his father kisses her neck in the kitchen. And all at once he’s mourning again.
At once he comes to you, spending the night holding you tight and missing his dad more then anything else. It’s hurts and you hate to see him hurting…so you just stay with him, a reminder of the good that has come out of this.
“Can I just stay a little while?”
And the answer is always yes.
Your heart and arms and lips are his home. In time, he’ll be able to say it naturally again and the hurt will fade…and you’ll always be his sweetheart.
You call him baby (or wolfie when you want to tease him). He loves it when you coo baby softly, leaning against him as you sit hand in hand. The beach is empty and cold and you’re huddling against him for warmth.
“Baby, we gotta get going…”
You both know that. And yet neither of you are moving an inch, watching the tide lap against the beach. The star is full of stars tonight, burning like a thousand silver suns. Soon, he thinks, soon he’ll take you home…he has to. You’re half-asleep on his chest, softly sighing and calling him baby again. And he’s smiling, so happy right now.
And he loves it when you call him wolfie in a teasing tone, biting and kissing his neck as he laughs breathlessly.
“Come ‘ere, wolfie.”
Big Blue is parked off the road, hidden in a nook in the trees for a little more privacy. There’s some song playing and Seth is leaning against the worn leather seats, shirt off and long hair tangled as you run your fingers through it. He’s drunk on your lips and lost in your voice, hands wandering over your jeans and squeezing. You whisper his name and just like that he’s growling, wild and beautiful, and pulling you into a kiss.
“Seth!”
He likes that one best of all.
He talks to you about his dad. How horrible that night was, how much he misses him, how sad all of them were. But the worst part for Seth is that he never got to tell Harry about you…and you never got to meet him.
And that sucks.
He never told his mom, but Seth visits his dad’s grave a lot. He just goes there and talks to him, telling Harry about his life and what he’s going through and how much he misses him. He told him all about you, how amazing you are and how much he loves you…how he thinks that Harry would have liked you a lot.
One day he’ll take you there, maybe when you’re getting married, and tell his dad about happy and how sad he is. He never stops missing his dad or thinking about that terrible night (but he never blames Leah either, she already blames herself for it). Instead, he tries to focus on the sweet instead of the bitter and tells you all about the amazing man you never knew.
“I wish you could be there and that you could know her…in a way, you do but you know what I mean. I really love her, Dad…and you would too.”
Beach dates. Sometimes, it’s with the pack or with Kim and Jared, but Seth likes it best of all when it’s just the two of you. There’s an old flannel blanket he brings along, a red stain in the corner (from Leah spilling kool-aid when they were kids) and some old rips here and there. He loves that blanket. So he brings it along with a backpack full of snacks.
You’ll spend the day goofing off, swimming, and just chilling out.
He likes lazy days on the beach, laying in sun with you. You think him so pretty in the sunlight, gold melting over his skin and alight in his eyes.
And you spend all damn day kissing him, just ‘cause he’s so damn beautiful.
Movie dates. Well, actually, TV night dates. Seth likes the long game, waiting for every episode and discussing theories and favorite characters and the like. As much as he enjoys movies (particularly horror films, with Embry, or movie nights with you), he prefers a good show.
He likes animated show like Gravity Falls, The Owl House, Over the Garden Wall, and Avatar the Last Airbender. But he also likes Grimm and Murder, She Wrote.
Popping some popcorn and grabbing some blankets, the two of you settle down and watch a few episodes together. Seth cuddles close and keeps you warm, an arms wrapped around your shoulders and your head on his chest. He loves quietly discussing the plot lines with you…but more then that, he loves when you fall asleep in his arms.
Camping dates. Seth loves to camp, hike, hunt, and fish! He has ever since he was little, his dad used to take him into the forest. It’s been a while since he’s gone, he was either too busy or too sad to go…but when he decides to head into the wild, he asks you to come with him.
There’s a little spot where he wants to take you.
It’s a clearing tucked between the trees, shadowy trees wrapped around in a protective circle. But in that clearing there is light, sunshine and starlight and fireflies dancing in the dark. There’s an old tent set up beneath the boughs of a tree, a fallen log not so far away. Seth built a fire there. Leaning against the log with you, you’re just staring into the cracking fire and listening to his heart. Seth takes your hand, fingers intertwining with your own.
“What are you think about?” you wondered aloud.
“Just about how happy I am.”
“Me too, wolfie.”
And you’re kissing him again and he’s falling into you, forgetting all about the rest of the world as your lips cover his.
Bonfires with the pack. There’s nothing like sitting with your friends by the fire and telling scary stories…but it’s even better with your arm around the love of your life!
Paul knows the best stories (he loves freaking you guys out), Quil tells all kinds of jokes, and everyone brings plenty of snacks. All night they feed the fire, golden flames dancing in the darkness, as they tell stories. Leah doesn’t talk much, preferring to listen. Same with Embry and often Jacob. And Seth just likes being with all of the people he loves.
No danger, no fighting, no drama.
Just happiness. You shiver as the cool night air bites into you and Seth, not really needing it, gives you his hoodie.
In a little while, you’ll slip away together and he’ll take you home, taking the long way just to spend a little more time with you. He holds your hand and smiles at the touch of you, his heart racing…and his friends howling in his head, teasing him endlessly.
And he doesn’t even care, he’s that in love.
The ultimate romantic aka Seth Clearwater. He brings you flowers, burns you CDs, leaves little notes where he knows you will find them! He always touching you, kissing you, telling you how much you mean to him!
Everything…you mean everything to him.
And he likes to show it in those sweet, simple ways. He’ll give you his jacket when it’s cold out, always make sure to walk you home, buy your favorite candy and make you coffee/tea in the morning. Every second of everyday he spends it trying to express his love for you. You are, after all, the best part of his life.
Here’s a fact: you will never be able to beat him in regards to gift giving. He’s the best at it, plain and simple, and always gives the most AMAZING gifts.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it! I love you, Seth.”
But be romantic for him too! He deserves to get as much as he gives! Give him seeds to plant in his garden and paints when he’s running low, draw him little pictures, leave replies to his notes hidden inside of his pockets; run around hand through his hair, kiss his shoulders and neck, tell him how much you adore him!
Heneeds it too.
Sometimes he worries that this is all too much for you, that he’s too much…and he’s afraid that you’ll leave.
So you prove him wrong.
You learn all the little little things about Seth, the way he likes his coffee (you make for him the morning after patrol, when the tiredness keeps him in bed a little longer) and all of the songs he loves (there’s a playlist just for him and you play it when he comes over for dinner). And when he’s falling apart, you put him back together piece by piece.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, sweetheart…I’m okay. You made it better.”
And you always do.
He likes odd food combinations: ice cream and french fries, bacon dipped in peanut butter, potato chips crushed over chocolate ice cream, popcorn and marshmallows mixed into a delightfully gooey mess.
It’s something that Leah has always teased him a bit for. But Seth loves it too much to stop and you’re sure to keep him well stocked.
You buy frozen fries when you pick up ice cream and keep bags of mini-marshmallows in the pantry. You have all the little odds and ends of his strange combinations and Seth loves that! It just makes him smile so much, even though you’re just telling him that there’s pickles in the fridge and bacon in the freezer.
Because you know him and you love him, even with all of his weirdness,
And he loves the weird stuff about you too, so don’t worry. He never tease about quirks, just loves all of the little bits of you.
Seth loves to be complimented but not just about his appearance, other stuff is better. After all, he’s more then just a pretty face! He’s also smartandcreativeandkind and he loves it when you focus on who he is rather then how he looks.
Complimenting his paintings! In fact, you liked one of his pieces so much that he gave it to you (one of the first gifts he ever gave you) as a gift. The next time he comes over, he sees that you’ve positioned it so you can look at the painting as you fall asleep and as soon as you wake up…and he freaking LOVES that.
Listening to him play music! He does dabble in original music but you’re one of the few who not only know that but who get to hear it too.
Telling him how much you love him! He loves hearing how smart you think he is and how cool/funny/kind/sweet/crazy/perfect he is to you. The swelling in his chest and smile on his face cannot be ignored, your words repeating in his head.
It just makes him feel so good…but something you really love about Seth is how kind he is, always going out of his way to bring others some happiness. And when you tell him that he makes the dark world a brighter place, his heart just soars! Of course you’re right and everyone agrees…but he still likes hearing it.
He loves that he can be totally honest with you. Yes, Seth is a sweetheart with the kindest mind and a heart of gold, but he’s not always happy. He’s angry, hurting, sad, jealous, and more…and he can tell you about it.
And he really likes that!
Because sometimes the boy needs to vent or cry or rant about something. Sometimes he gets mad over something stupid or jealous for no reason and some night he just really misses his dad. But no matter what, you are always there for him, weathering it out. And when the angry storm fades away into brilliant sunlight, he knows you’ll be there to enjoy it with him.
“You know I’m here for you…always am.”
A healthy relationship allows for the expression of emotions, even the “not so great” feelings that we all try to ignore.
Speaking of, he can be a bit jealous. But he handles it super well. He knows that the two of you are rock solid and that the green monster is whispering nothing but lies…but still.
It kind of sucks.
So if he’s feeling left out or insecure, he tells you and the two of you talk it through. It helps him so, so much. Seth isn’t the kind of guy who would try to tell you what to where, where to go, and who you can or cannot hang out with (Leah would literally KILL him for it, if his mother didn’t get to him first), hell no! He doesn’t own you! But sometimes he feels insecure and you guys gotta talk about it.
And it always makes him feel better.
Mostly, it’s just the wolf rearing its head in an ugly way (they all have to deal with it) and you both know that but talking it out feels pretty good.
“I want you, I’m here with you, and I love you.”
“I know, I know…but could I hear it again?”
“I love you, Seth Clearwater.”
When Seth has a bad day, he comes to you. There’s a safe feeling about you, like a little light in the darkness. You reach out to him and he follows, feeling his safest when he is with you. But what’s really crazy is how you just KNOW.
Whenever he sneaks over but forgets to to text, your window is already unlocked.
And you always have little things to cheer him up. His favorite chips in the pantry, music playing to calm him down, a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on.
Once, he asked you how you always know this.
“Magic!”
And he kind of believes it because you are magical to him. Wild and loving and sweet and perfect…pure magic. In truth, you can’t even explain it…maybe it’s the imprint bond at work, maybe it’s elementary, my dear Watson, who really knows? All Seth needs to know is that you’re there for him…and you always are.
He always visits you after patrol. If there is anyone in the world he wishes to be safe, it’s you. So he always checks on you after patrol is over.
Seth isn’t exactly graceful, clambering through the window, thumping and fumbling about. He always lands less-then-gracefully on your bed, hair tangled and dark eyes bright as he smiles up at you. Those deep, dark eyes always remind you of stars in some way, glimmering light burning in pools of darkness.
“Hey, you,” he mumbles in a tired tone.
Seth is exhausted but still lumbered all this way to see you…and you love him for it. Side by side, you snuggle in bed and Seth slowly falls asleep.
As dreams overtake him, you play with his hair and he rests his read against your chest, listening to the sound of your heart. You let him rest for now, wanting so much to protect him from all the dangers of the world…but you know that you can’t. You can’t keep away hurting and pain and fear or anything else for that matter. You’re only you and Seth is only himself and you are just two kids in love and holding on tight.
So you just hold him a little tighter as you join him in slumber, making this one moment perfect.
Taking baths with you is super enjoyable. It’s actually one of his favorite things to do, though he feels shy about asking for it. He’s worried that you’ll think he’s being weird or dirty when it’s actually not like that. Seth enjoys baths, he enjoys being with you, so why wouldn’t he like having them both? Really, he just likes the closeness of it. And when he finally does get the courage to ask, it turns out to be everything he ever wanted.
Resting in the warm water, sometimes with a bath bomb of bubbles, Seth feels himself melting just for you.
The way your fingers drag gently through his damp hair, the music playing softly on the little portable radio…it’s perfect. Sometimes you’re behind him, lips on his neck and Seth growls in delight. And sometimes you’re wrapped in his arms, sighing happily as you lean against his chest and play with the tangled ends of his hair (and if you pull a little, he’ll practically wag his tail).
“Oh…oh, I loveyou.”
“Love you too, wolfie.”
Seth loves to kiss you, all of you. If you are comfortable, Seth with absolutely shower you with his affection…and with kisses!
Your neck (mumbling something sweet against your skin as he covers your neck in a flurry of kisses), your hands (anytime he’s holding your hand and has to leave, he’ll give it a little kiss before he lets go), your shoulders (kissing you from behind, Seth grins as you giggle at the fluttering of his lips), your legs (he’ll wake you in the morning with a line of kisses, from your ankles to your belly and all the way to your lips), all of you!
Heworships all of you like his religion, proclaiming every part of you beautiful. He just loves you so much and a part of that love is just this: kissing every bit of you as much as he can.
Heaven is his lips against your body.
Massages are very enjoyable…very, very enjoyable. Seth LOVES a good massage and you know just how to give one.
After all, being a werewolf is rather rough on the body.
Laying face down in bed, Seth was grumbling about some fight Jacob and Paul had gotten into, aching and tired and a little bit grumpy. But all of that fades away the second he feels your hands running across his back, gently kneading tender muscles. You make such magic that it won’t be long until Seth is falling asleep, still mumbling your name as he slips away.
And you let him sleep for now.
He works hard, too hard for someone so young, and most of the time, you just want him to slow down and rest.
“Rest up…”
Seth wakes up with a smile every time, tired eyes fluttering open as he searches for you. When he sees you there in the doorway, having heard him stirring in the sheets, he smiles even brighter (Seth always smiles at the sight of you) and reaches for your hand.
The “imprints” hang out a lot and he loves that. It starts with all of you waiting and worrying at Emily’s home, hoping that the wolves will return quickly and all in one piece. But in time, you all get to know each other and become very close.
Emily is wicked smart and constantly beats you all at Scrabble, Kim is super creative and funny, and Rachel is a firecracker (and she might be the craziest of you all…no wonder she’s Paul’s imprint, they’re perfect for each other).
You guys talk all the time, hang out, have a group chat, and get into all kinds of trouble together. I’ve always imagined the imprints going on little Scooby-Doo type adventures together, solving mysteries and things. And whenever you guys return to Emily’s all messy and tired and the wolves ask what happened…you all say the same thing:
“Nothing much.”
You’ll never tell, not a one of you. It’s girl code.
He believes that, wolf or not, he would have found you. No one on this earth can convince Seth that you were not meant to be and he doesn’t have to be a shapeshifter to be worthy of your love.
In truth, at first he was worried that you wouldn’t have wanted him without the “imprint” power pulling you to him. But as time goes on and Seth learns who you truly are and how much you truly love him, that changes.
Now he knows the truth.
There’s nothing that you wouldn’t do for him, no power on earth could have kept you apart. You love him, as you so often say, because of all of his beautiful parts. His kindness, his bright smile, and his sweetness. You love the way he hums as he does the dishes and the freckles on his shoulders and knees. It’s the little things that make Seth who he is and who you love.
“And those things existed before the wolf did.”
He really needed to hear that.
And once he does, there’s not a shred of doubt left within him. You are his, he is yours, and this was simply meant to be.
Sunday is “your” day. The two of you sleep in, make breakfast together, and just…relax.
There’s no patrols (unless there’s an emergency), no drama between the wolves (except for the bickering in the back of his mind), and no danger lurking in the shadows…today there is nothing but him and you.
And he loves it.
Seth makes breakfast and you two cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. Sometimes, you’ll go out together. Maybe go camping or have lunch on the beach or catch a movie in town. But most of the time, you guys just hang out at home…and make out. A lot. Seth can’t keep his eyes or his hands off of you, lips on your neck and you laugh and mumble his name.
If there’s a knock on the door, nobody’s answering.
‘Cause you’re pulling on his hair (and he loves it) and laughing into his lips as he kisses you (and he loves you) and whatever lurks outside can wait until Monday…he’s not going anywhere and neither are you! Not today.
Boy wants a few babies of his own. Two or three sounds good but if you want more, then he’s more then happy to provide! Seth loves the idea of having a happy little family in a cozy little house, no longer having to worry about the dangers that have haunted him since he was only a kid.
Heespecially wants a girl.
The Clearwater women are the strong and powerful and intelligent and he wants to pass that on…a new generation of one woman armies. Seth’s mom and sister are two of the most important people in his life and will be just that for his children too. And he would love a little girl with his mother’s eyes (and, as you later point out, his eyes too) and Leah’s strength. She’s tiny and beautiful and perfect…his little girl.
Seth is a great dad.
He speaks to his kids in Quileute, tells them stories and sings them songs and he shows the kids pictures of Harry and tells them stories about Grandpa, giving them the advice his dad passed down to him. All of the softness and sunlight that makes Seth who he is now shines tenfold, his happiness like the summer sun.
“Let’s get a move on, kiddos, it’s a story and then bed!”
Leah is super auntie, Sue is the best granny ever, the pack loves his kids. They’re all a mix of the both of you, his smile or your eyes…but there’s one little guy who looks and talks and acts exactly like Seth. He’s so, so cute and is always following his father around, wanting to do whatever Seth is doing too.
And the little guy especially loves Leah.
The second she steps in the room, the baby’s on her lap and babbling happily, Leah cooing over her little nephew.
“Come here, baby!”
She is, of course, the godmother to your children. And when that sweet little boy and the girl with her grandmother’s eyes begin showing signs of shifting as they grow older (because the danger returned but they were older…and new wolves were needed for this), she will help guide them and protect them in a way that no one did for her. She can’t stop the change, no one can…but she can be there for them and she can protect them.
Always.
He buys the perfect house: plenty of room, yard for the kids, close to his mom, the works. It’s his dream home.
It stands in a clearing so the sunlight can kiss his skin in the early morning. The thick front door was carved by his hands, a wolf burned into the dark wood. He paints the kid’s bedrooms dark blue, stars glowing in the ceiling. There he’ll whisper tales of wolves and men and monsters, always telling the tale of the brave wolf that fell in love with a beautiful girl and lived happily ever after. Pictures of his parents and pack rest on the mantle above the fireplace.
You share a big bed that sits beneath the window, moonlight spilling on the sheets and over your skin.
And even as the years go on, the two of you will whisper to one another until you fall asleep to confessions of love and promises of forever.
God, he just loves you so fucking much! This whole werewolf thing started out so terribly (really, really terribly) and, for a long time, it wasn’t much better…but finally finding you made it all so, so worth it!
He’ll be one of the first to stop shifting.
Seth loved being a wolf but it wasn’t his choice, none of it ever was. And, in all honestly, it had been pretty damn terrifying. But you are his choice and the best thing in his world. You are his reason to live and to let go of the hurt that haunted him for so, so long.
“Seth…?”
Almost always the first to awaken, it’s not uncommon to find Seth smiling at you as you sleep. And you smile too, reaching up to play with his tangled hair.
BLURB EVENT TIME!! i am free from college, i officially have a bachelor of arts in scriptwriting and a minor in film studies!! so to celebrate having all the time in the world on my hands, why not do a blurb event??
rules:
choose up to 2 prompts (can be one or two total) or send in your own, for one character. no descriptions please. also, please send the number, and not the sentence.
if you see one has been done for the person you want, select another number or person.
regarding that, if you send a number that has been sent in that i haven’t done yet (meaning it’s been requested but i haven’t posted it when you send yours) i will either choose the other prompt you selected or ask that you send another, if you only sent one.
there are 50 prompts, so please be diverse in selecting them. if you see one number has been sent in a lot, for a few different characters, please choose differently.
when it gets to the point where i am not able to think of much for the number and it has been requested for at least 3 characters, i will cross it out from the list.
requests will remain open until i say so!
some of these are from smut prompt lists, but i will not be writing smut. steamy and suggestive, yes, but no smut.
people to request for:
josh kiszka
danny wagner
patrick verona
derek hale
paul lahote
jacob black
embry call
seth clearwater
prompts:
“you’re so important to me.”
“i know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?”
“god, i miss you so much.”
“i can’t believe you’re all mine.”
“i hate you.”
“i had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“why are you pushing me away?”
“no, don’t cry, i hate when you cry.”
“you’re perfect to me.”
“your eyes are so beautiful.”
“your lips are so soft. i could kiss you all day.”
“i think i might be falling in love with you.”
“no no, it’s alright, come here.”
“no, please, don’t leave.”
“are you jealous?”
“we need to talk.”
“spend the night with me.”
“this is a one time thing.”
“each of my thoughts about you are improper.”
“don’t give me that look.”
“i’ve never done this before.”
“would you shut up and kiss me already.”
“the first one to make a noise loses.”
“tell me what you want.”
“we’re not just friends and you fucking know that!”
“friends don’t do this kind of shit.”
“i really want to kiss you right now.”
“no one can ever find out about this.”
“let’s go somewhere a little more private.”
“i like you a lot. i just thought you should know.”
“please, just go.”
“say it one more time.”
“please just talk to me about it.”
“i would do anything for you.”
“does he know about the baby?”
“i love you and i am terrified.”
“you’re trembling.”
“i’m not going anywhere.”
“i can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”
“you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
“we need to talk about what happened last night.”
“how much of that did you hear?”
“i should have told you a long time ago.”
“i tried to move on, but there’s a problem. they’re not you.”
“i don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? why did we break up?”
“i love being with you like this.”
“come to bed. i can’t sleep without you next to me.”
