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i cried so much at this. it’s beautifully written 💕

Loving Seth Clearwater.

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 holds him 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!

He needs 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 smart and creative and kind 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 love you.”

“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!

He worships 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.

He especially 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.

Just like this, forever and ever.

"This dancing was killing me softly."

Part 2 of "I needed to lose you to find me"

Seth Clearwater x Swan! Female! Reader

Summary: You and Seth always been childhood bestfriends, one sudden day in a romantic moment, Seth imprints on you and you try to hide your feelings and after a little while, you realize you need him.

Warnings: Angst,

A/N: to the ppl that love Angst, enjoy. To the ones that don't, sorry.

It had been 2 weeks since that day. It was torture. This is the longest you and Seth haven't seen each other and it was hurting you. It was then Charlie came in your room and said that you were not doing good and what had happened. You just said that you two had a misunderstanding and that you don't know if you two would be okay.

This went on and then you found out Bella was pregnant with Edward's vampire baby. You felt like your head was gonna explode. Over the next few weeks Bellas baby started growing way to fast. It was like two weeks after that you seen Seth. You turned around and walked the other way. You knew he was mad at you. And you didn't wanna stick around to hear about it. Bella went into labor and you were staying in the living room. More like forced. Once Rosalie came in with Renesmee, she told you to go outside and talk to Seth. That he was having a really hard time. You didn't really want to, knowing that you over reacted a bit and should honestly give him a chance.

You felt connected to Seth, and quite frankly was waiting for this. So why were you so scared? It might be with the fear of getting your heart broken like Edward broke your sisters heart.

You declined. And this went on for weeks . And then Sue Clearwater started dating your dad. That meant Seth and Leah would be over all the time. Even potentially move in.

And the did. Sue and her kids moved in, and you tried your best to ignore Seth so the tension wouldn't be so awkward.

Your dad finally caught on and askd you what was up. All you said was that it was fine and that he already asked and you were fine.

The Renesmee was accused of being an immortal child and that the volturi was coming for the cullens.

And one day, while everyone was out it was just you and Seth. You got hungry and went downstairs. Seth had thought you were gone and was in his stupid boxers. You huts ignored him we being absolutely flushed and got some cereal. "Wanna tell me why you haven't talked to me for a month?" He said. "I have nothing to say." You replied. " Well I've missed you.." He said quietly. You just kept quiet and grabbed your cereal and was going upstairs. "Also, put some clothes on." You tried to laugh stuff off. Then Seth grabbed your arm and said, "you wanna act like nothing happened? FIne! Good by me. Act like you don't love me or at least like me, cause I know you do. You're a horrible liar! And quite frankly if you don't wanna talk to me saying you have nothing to say, then I don't have anything to say either." He said and stormed up to his room.

"I needed to lose you to find me."

Seth Clearwater x Swan!Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Seth always been childhood bestfriends, one sudden day in a romantic moment, Seth imprints on you and you try to hide your feelings and after a little while, you realize you need him.

Warnings: Angst. Poor sethy boy 😔

A/N: THERE WILL BE A PART TWO, JUSTICE FOR SETH. This is my first fic so I'm sorry if it's cheesy

Your life changed when your sister came back from Arizona. She met the infamous Edward Cullen, you never thought she would date him, yet here you were. These whole two years have been rough. Your sisters vampire boyfriend, your best friends dad dieing, turning out he's also a werewolf, the volturi, Victoria's newborn army, and now it's Bella's wedding day. You thought everything was going way to fast. And it was. She was getting married at the young age of only 18. Of course it was a month before her 19th birthday but you tried to get her to wait another few years, but then she brought up her 'Aging', which you thought was stupid since she was not even 20 yet.

Bella was getting ready and I went in to go see her. As I walked in the room that Rosalie and Alice was working on Bella's hair and makeup. "Aww Bells you look so beautiful!" I said to her. "Thanks,Y/N. You look quite beautiful yourself." She giggles. "You flatter me, sister." She laughs as My parents come in and it's now time for me and my mother to go out. I walk up to Seth and sit next to him. He looks at me with a smile and says, "Well don't you look just gorgeous?" " You don't look to bad yourself." I laugh at him. "Why thank you my dear, you have touched my heart!" He says sarcastically as he places his hand above his heart. "Bella's gonna walk out in a few minutes, she looks stunning." I tell Seth. "I bet she's not as stunning as you." Before I could say anything, it was time for Bella to walk down. I stood up and seen her with dad. She finally started walking and everyone was looking at her. She smiled at me and Seth and looked at Edward.

They said their vows and so on and now everyone was slow dancing and me and Seth went outside. I was laughing at a joke Seth had told me about Eleazar and how he look like actual Dracula. We were just walking and then another slow song came on. "Shall I have this dance?" He said holding his hand out to me. "We shall." I say while laughing and we start to dance.

We were dancing then Seth breaks the silence. "Remember how you said that Bella looked stunning?" He asked. "Yes?" I say. "Well, Y/N, she might have been beautiful along with all the other girls there, but you were the most drop dead gorgeous girl there, anywhere in fact." He said while looking at me intensely. "Umm, thank you-" "No Y/N, I mean it! Seriously." He paused for a second. "I really like you, I have liked you since, I don't know, Forever?" He said and I looked at the ground. Just then Edward and Bella came out, and Jacob revealed himself from the shadows,he unexpected to see me and Seth. Seth didn't care there was people there,he still went on. "Feel this?" He said holding my hand and bringing it to his chest, and feeling his racing heart beat. "That's because of you. You make me so nervous- and I can't stand being without you- hell, Y/N, I imprinted on you!" And just then my world stopped. Everything was going to fast and turns out my best friend was in love with me also. I liked him but I wasn't sure I was ready to do this yet. And the imprint, Seth had told you about imprints a long time ago. Never did he mention, "oh and you're my imprint!" No! He kept it from you! "Don't you feel any love for me?" He asked. "Seth I like you. But I'm not ready... not ready fir this everything is going way to fast- and this! Imprinting? Seth if you would have told me, maybe we could have been together by now!" I replied. "Y/N,we can take this slow-" I was walking away. Till Seth grabbed my wrist. "Seth I need time." Is all I say before I walked away. I had completely forgot that Jacob, Bella, and Edward were there.

I wasn't ready. And quite frankly, I wasn't prepared, nor informed. I like him. But I need to grow to love him.

I walked home and went to my bedroom. A sudden since of sadness hitting my body like I had lost a loved one. I thought he hated me. Little did I know he was waiting for me.

ANGEL - SETH CLEARWATER X READER

PREVOUS Prologue

I

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Seth sat with the pack and the imprints after telling them about you — The little he knew anyways. He was still hung up on the fact that you would only be here for two months.

"Why don't you, I don't know, show up in the same places she is?" Embry suggested, throwing a baseball to Quil as they sat down, albeit carefully — Sam would kill them if they broke something.

Emily wouldn’t mind, but since she bought half of the stuff in the house Sam would break their fingers if they scratched even one thing.

"He's not a mind reader, Embry, God," Leah snarked, throwing an arm around her not so little brother's shoulders, pulling him slightly closer to her.

She smelled like home, so he nestled in a little closer, needing the comfort.

"But the little Cullen is, maybe Jake can ask them for some help," Embry shot back, and Seth looked elated, but then his face dropped.

"But I don't want her to think I'm a stalker or anything," Seth murmured defeatedly, and it was back to the drawing board.

The room went silent, Seth dragging the slightly good mood down with him.

"Adopt a dog," Quil suggested, and everyone looked at him.

"You said she has a dog — If you get one then you can take it for walks when she takes hers for walks. That's not that stalkerish. You have an excuse to be in the same place at the same time," Quil elaborated as he fumbled an extra hard throw from Embry, and Seth grinned so bright that it made everyone else crack a small smile.

"Quil, you're a genius! Now all I need to do is find a dog." Seth replied, his mind running wild as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, wondering who to message.

Adopting dogs from the local shelter was really expensive, and he was saving for a new dirt bike. He only had $200 to go, and he really didn’t want to waste money on a new dog. Not when he could nearly taste the dirt bike.

"Rez dogs are having puppies all of the time man, but if you're that keen Miss Postoak is trying to get rid of her bitch since she can't afford her right now, she’s only a companion dog and the others are working dogs," Jared supplied before taking another bite of his blueberry muffin, courtesy of Emily, and Seth felt victorious as he clicked onto his Mom’s contact and called her, asking if he could get a dog for his birthday.

"You're picking up its’ crap, buying its’ dog food and leashes, and it is getting neutered, we have enough strays on the reservation as is, young man — and I'll help you set up the yard for it when you get it," She replied, then said 'love you' and hung up the phone.

Seth whooped, then calmed back down, looking around the room at his expectant friends.

"What the fuck do I need for a dog?"

Leah pinched her brother’s ear for his foul language, making everyone laugh.

•••

Thankfully, Old Quil owned many a dog in his lifetime, used for hunting, mainly, but most of them were now companions in their old age, the man hesitant to get another in case it outlived him. Young Quil helped Seth buy the needed supplies like leashes, a crate for inside, dishes for the food, a dog bed, and a vet appointment was set for Monday so the bitch that Seth adopted — named Missy, a Rottweiler Shar Pei cross (Rott Pei, Quil had helpfully given him the proper name for the breed of the mutt) could be checked up, seeing as she was due for one.

Seth and Quil now at the store, buying some dog food. The smell was still overwhelming, and mixed in with how all of the other store goers smelled it was nearly unbearable. He could even still smell the products they mopped the floors with. He put the last thing in the cart when he heard a familiar voice. You.

"Quil, shit man, that's her!" Seth whispered excitedly, then listened as you made your way through the aisles, talking about dog food for Cujo.

Quil watched his younger pack mate bounce on his heels as you approached, and tried not to laugh at how excited Seth was getting. The boy turned to face you as soon as you turned the corner, dragging your dad by his hand, a basket in your other hand.

"Oh! It's little Seth!" Alexander pointed out, making you look away from the tins of dog food on the shelf, and give him a friendly grin, dropping your dad’s hand in the process.

"Hello, hello," You greeted, and nodded towards his full trolley, "Stocking up for a vacation?"

Seth turned back at the groups of haphazardly stacked dry kibble bags and wet food cans, and numerous treat packets. Maybe he was going a tiny bit overboard.

"Uh, no," Seth admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle, "I'm getting my first dog and I think I got overexcited."

"Oh! Such a spoiled little puppy that will be! Maybe you and miss (Y/N) could take your dogs for walks sometimes! I think she gets sick of her old man slowing her down," Alexander offered, and nudged (Y/N)'s shoulder, "If you need help with the dog too, (Y/N) could teach you a few tricks. Should help her keep herself busy for the next two months."

Seth tried not to smile too hard as he agreed, but noticed that you looked less than pleased, but give him a tight lipped smile nonetheless.

"Dad, grab two dry bags of dog food," You commanded, and your father did your bidding as you somewhat aggressively threw some dog food cans into a basket, managing to dent one of them.

Your father suddenly looked less than pleased with your behaviour as you threw the last can and turned on your heel, shoulder checking him as you walked past him. Alexander looked back at the pair of boys and gave them a tight lipped smile and a small wave before leaving behind his daughter.

Seth cocked his head to the side, trying to drown out the rest of the store goers to listen to you. Quil immediately did the same.

“What in the Gods was that? Ridiculous behaviour for what?” Your father said gruffly, but not unkindly.

"Dadda, I don't want to go for walks with him!" Was the first thing Seth heard you say, which made his heart drop, but he kept on listening anyway.

"Nonsense, he seems nice! A friend wouldn't hurt," Your father tried to reason with you, but you huffed.

"If a friend wouldn't hurt we'd actually live in one place and not move around like nomads." You then let out a soft 'fuck!', most likely stubbing your toe on the stupid boxes near the mouth of aisle 2.

"Well, I'm sure this place is the place. Trust me, tiny child. If it isn't, I'll buy you your dream Dodge Challenger for a late birthday gift." Your father reasoned.

"Don't bullshit me," You snapped back, sounding like you were nearer to the doors.

"I'm not! Matte black Dodge Challenger with red under glow for your birthday, or we live here, I swear it on Cujo's life." Your father pleaded, and you sighed.

"Fine. I'll see if one of the workers knows how to get into contact with him. I'll try to find him on MySpace or Twitter or something." You relented, then the doors opened to the front of the store, and your scent was gone.

Your Father cheered and Quil put Seth into a headlock playfully, messing up his hair, making Seth laugh as he did so.

•••

You sat on your new bed, your dog Cujo, a black Cane Corso who was getting on in his years, shown by the grey fur on his muzzle, resting on the floor next to your bed, not being allowed on any furniture. Your father was doing research in his room.

You picked up a piece of mango and popped it into your mouth as you looked up the name of the place you were staying at on Facebook. You found the profile, and clicked into it, then went straight to followers. You couldn't find any followers with Seth's profile picture, so you went and looked up the name of the school, finding their profile and looking through the followings for Seth. No luck. Even searching his name up you discovered nothing. You stalked his school until you found his name on an old post where he had won an award for a spelling bee, also discovering his last name. Clearwater. Seth Clearwater.

You logged into your MySpace account, and looked for him, and surprisingly found him. His profile picture was a photo of him with a man, standing side by side, grinning.

You found it, and let held your arms up above your head in a victorious manner, looking around the room as if expecting someone to cheer for you, then focussing on your dog.

"See how fucking amazing I am, Cujo? The FBI needs to hire me as a detective," You said, then started scrolling through his profile.

Nothing overly fancy. Just some pictures of him, people you assumed to be his family, and some of nature around the area, alongside some photos of his adventures. You clicked the 'Add Friend' button, and decided to make a new friendship bracelet while you watched movies, heading off to your dad's room to go and ask him to start the bracelet for you.

•••

Seth was currently scrolling through Twitter at his desk as his Xbox 360 started up, Leah lounging on his bed playing Mario on his DS. Technically, he and Leah shared the Xbox, but he just kept it in his room as she didn’t really play it much these days, instead choosing to play his DS. He didn’t mind. Just as long as she stayed in his room so he knew it was safe. Missy was laying halfway under his bed, gnawing at a new chew toy Quil had picked out.

His phone beeped, and a new notification popped up. He walked over and slid onto the bed next to his sister. A new friend request. He looked, and his heart started speeding up as he looked at the profile.

“What?” Leah inquired, hearing the thrumming, looking over his shoulder.

“She added me on MySpace!” Seth told his sister excitedly, showing her the profile picture of you and a black dog, along with your Dad and a woman who looked a bit like you, and accepted your friend request, then started looking through your profile.

There were photos from all around the world. Australia, Sweden, Italy, France. Your father and you were the main focus of your photos, but your nature shots were a sight to behold. There were also some with people that weren’t your father, so maybe friends and relatives. The photos of the woman in your profile picture stopped around a year ago, he noted. Your newest photo was the Welcome to Forks sign, you and a huge black dog posing in front of it, the same one from your profile picture.

A message notification popped up. He opened it, and there was a message from you.

Y/N:

Hey

“Oh my goodness, she messaged me!” Seth nearly squealed, and Leah bit back a laugh at her little brother, knowing that laughing would probably result in him attacking her with a pillow covered in a Spider-Man case.

“Well don’t just ignore it, reply!” Leah urged, and Seth looked at his sister, eyes as wide as saucers.

“What do I say!” Seth panicked, and Leah rolled her eyes, grabbing the iPhone covered in a Spider-Man case and messaging her back.

Seth:

Hey

•••

You blinked at your laptop screen, your friendship bracelet forgotten. You didn’t expect him to reply so fast. You went down to the vending machine just outside of the office about ten minutes ago and he wasn’t there, instead there was a girl at the counter, talking on the phone as she painted her nails. Maybe his shift was over, and he was at home? You didn’t think on it much.

Your fingertips ghosted over the keys, then stopped, instead picking up your phone and logging into MySpace there.

“Dad?” You called out, and he ambled into your room, a sandwich with a bite taken out of it, jerking his head upwards slightly as he chewed.

“Seth messaged me and I don’t know how to reply,” You admitted, and your father chuckled as he came over and sat next to you, trying not to get any crumbs on the bed.

Cujo immediately came over and sat expectantly next to him on the floor, but your father shooed him away. Your baby walked over and laid in his crate, looking offended.

“What do you want to say?” He asked, pulling your phone into his hand, getting ready to type a message for you.

You leaned against his muscly arm, and shrugged. You weren’t very good at holding conversations.

“Why don’t you ask him about his new dog?” Your father suggested and you grinned victoriously, taking back the phone and sending him a message.

Y/N:

How’s things going with preparing for ur dog?

You hummed, feeling content, then sent the message. Seth started typing immediately.

Seth:

She’s good! We picked her up like an hour ago and she’s currently harassing my sister, lol

A photo came through of a dog that looked like a Rottweiler, but was wrinkly, and the tail curved upwards, sitting on the lap of a girl that looked a couple years older than you, playing a DS.

“Oh! Looks like a little Rott Pei! They’re stubborn little fucks,” Your father commented, still eating his sandwich, making you giggle.

Your aunty Lara had one, over in Italy. He tended to chew any shoes left outside, and didn’t like Cujo much.

Seth:

Her name is Missy :)

Y/N:

She’s so cute! Is she a Rott Pei? Dad says they’re stubborn lol

Seth:

Yeah, she is. I’m gonna try and take her for a walk tomorrow. She’s really good on lead, and well socialised. My sister Leah’s coming too, wanna come with?

Before you could type ‘no’, your father snatched your phone and sent a message.

Y/N:

That sounds good, when & where?

“Dad!” You hissed, picking up your stuffed Elmo doll from beside you and assaulting your father with it, making him drop his sandwich.

Cujo wasted no time in scrabbling over and eating it, making you laugh, but you quickly stopped as your phone beeped again, leaning over and grabbing it from your dad’s hand.

Seth:

Tomorrow, like 11am?

We can take out a picnic!

Me and Leah can come pick you up :)

You quickly positioned yourself so you could see Cujo in the background, your dad deciding to hop into the photo as well, holding up both of his thumbs and giving the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

Y/N:

Cujo & I are keen, so’s Dad apparently. See you then!

•••

Leah pinched her little brother’s cheek as he put the phone down, tittering at the way he blushed, the colour in his cheeks and ears becoming more noticeable with the red undertone of his blood rushing to them.

“My baby, all grown up! Going on a date with a girl-”

“-It’s not a date, Leah,” Seth said exasperatedly as he grabbed his phone and messaged Jacob, wanting to let him know first.

Seth:

(Y/N) and I are walking our dogs together tomorrow.

Jacob:

Good job bro :)

You should see if she wants to come to your birthday party tomorrow

Seth blinked. Tomorrow was his birthday. He’d be fifteen, and in two months he’d be starting tenth grade.

Seth:

I forgot about that haha

Are you and Ness coming?

Jacob

Wouldn’t miss it for the world man

I picked out a cool gift but Ness said hers is ‘practical’, or whatever

You know how she is

Seth laughed and sent back a thumbs up emoji, then leaned over and scritched Missy behind her ears, making her wag her tail contentedly. Today was a good day. Tomorrow was going to be even better.

•••

Alexander stood out on the porch of the cabin, facing the sea as he puffed on his Marlboro, the cigarette being his only source of light other than the moon, full and low over the sea.

A movement in the distance, over near some rocks, only just visible in the corner of his eye. His head snapped in the direction of it, his blue eyes nearly glowing in the dark.

Something was staring right back at him, its eyes shining green like a cat’s in the dark. A stare off ensued. Alexander moved ever so slightly, reaching for his crossbow, but the creature then spread its’ wings and took flight, the huge wing span nearly blocking out the moon as it ascended.

Alexander growled and put out his cigarette, dropping it into the metal trash can near his feet. He found what he was looking for. Now it was time to complete the rest of his mission.

•••

Mary Postoak stared at the moon through her kitchen window, opting to watch it as the sink filled up in front of her.

There was a flash of darkness in front of the moon, looking like a huge bird. She gasped, a hand going to her chest. It was bigger than any bird she saw, ever. And the last time she checked; birds didn’t have legs like humans.

A thud was heard in her backyard, and her dogs started barking, making her head for her back door, but a yelp cut her off. She instead turned on her heel, running towards her bedroom and grabbed her rifle, then ran through the hallway, throwing open the back door and loading the rifle.

She grabbed the flashlight from her deck table, and turned it on, shining it toward the scene, and gasped.

Something was hunkered over her dog, feeding from it. Upon hearing her, it looked up, blood covering its lower lip. It was hideous. Pale skin, and two enormous wings. It stood up at its full height, nearly ten feet, and stepped forward, making her drop her torch and point her rifle at it.

She fired it once, hitting it square in the chest. It growled, then lunged for the woman, attacking her before she could even scream.

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Fun fact lol, Missy & Cujo are based on dogs I've owned. Again, not proofread so please kindly point out any mistakes!

ANGEL - SETH CLEARWATER X READER

PROLOGUE

NEXT PART - I

THIRD PERSON'S POV

The war was now over. The Volturi had left the Cullens alone, content with the fact that they were now following the rules. Some of the older wolves still shifted regularly, but Seth had slowed down for now. He was keen on being a normal boy, for now. Currently on the eve of his 15th birthday, and working a shift at his new work — the resort, which he never took much notice to, which made sense; he lived here, he didn't need a place to vacation here.

Right now he was working at the counter, checking people in. Kim usually did it, but right now she was taking a small break to 'talk' to Jared. They were just busy sucking face, which was ridiculous. They only had ten minutes to go until their lunch break, where Seth finished for the day. Half days on Saturdays and Sundays, and in the holidays he had a couple of full days through the week, which was nice. Normal. Like every other nearly 15 year old.

It was okay though. It wasn't really busy at the desk. Seth was really there for cleaning, and answering the phones when people had a problem finding the clean towels or their lightbulbs shorted out. And besides, getting paid to play Solitaire when there were no cleaning jobs or minor repairs to be done wasn’t that bad.

The bell above the door tinkled, making Seth look up and exit his game of Solitaire. There was a huge man, with striking blue eyes. His hair reminded him of a Viking, with the sides clean shaved, revealing tribal tattoos, but the hair on the top of his head was pulled back into a plait which sat over his left shoulder, tied off with a leather cord.

The man stepped out of the way, revealing you. Your left eye was a striking blue, and the right was a golden brown. As soon as Seth looked into them, he felt the pull. The earth fell beneath his feet. Gravity wasn't holding him down anymore. It was you. You were his imprint.

After noticing the boy's intense stare, you hid behind your father slightly, letting him shield you from the boy's gaze.

Seth blinked twice, and swallowed, snapping himself out of it.

"Welcome to the Quileute Seaside Resort! My name is Seth, how may I help you today?" Seth relayed his script, trying not to focus back in on you.

"Hello, Seth! I'm Alexander Ardell. I have a reservation, one of the pet friendly cabins? I booked it online, A-R-D-E-L-L," The man replied with a grin, and Seth nodded, logging into the computer and getting the reservation up on screen.

Cabin one, two rooms, one and a half bathrooms, with one adult, one child, one large dog. Staying for two months, daily laundry service, everything paid in full. He let out a low whistle as he grabbed his room keys and information booklet.

"Two months? That's quite a while," Seth commented, trying to make friendly conversation as he gathered everything, "Wasting your school break in this boring place?"

Alexander let out a chuckle as Seth held out the package.

"My daughter, (Y/N), she's homeschooled. I thought a nice seaside vacation would be fun, she likes exploring places she hasn't been before," Alexander replied, ruffling your hair as you grabbed the keys and booklet off of Seth with a quiet 'thanks'.

"Your cabin is cabin one, straight across the way, there's two bedrooms, one and a half bathrooms, and a kitchen and the rooms are smoke free. Please, call the office if you need anything, here’s your keys and information booklet and enjoy your stay!" Seth chirped, and you and your father smiled at him, all teeth, before exiting the way you came.

You had blue and brown braces, the same shades as your eyes.

As soon as you were out of sight Seth grabbed his phone and called Kim. The line rang twice before she answered.

"The lightbulbs are in-”

"I know where the lightbulbs are Kim! You need to get down here, like, ASAP." Seth said breathlessly, pacing behind the desk, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat.

"What's wrong?" She questioned, and Seth could hear a car door opening and shutting over the phone.

"I imprinted and she's here and she's in cabin one and she has a dog and her dad is here with her and she's really pretty and her braces are blue and brown like her eyes and she's only gonna be here for two months so I need help like now please and thank you," Seth told her, all in one breath, and the office door opened once more, this time Jared and Kim entered, making Seth hang up the phone.

"How are you feeling, kid?" Jared asked, clapping Seth on the shoulder, hearing all of the conversation on the phone.

“I don’t know — Hopeless,” Seth sighed, leaning against his pack brother.

Jared gave him a side hug, then looked at the clock.

“Well, your shift is over — Should we go and see Sam and Jacob?” Jared offered, and Seth could only nod, although the thought of leaving you pained him.

Seth looked in the general direction of cabin one, and Jared chuckled, clapping him on the back before leading him out to his car.

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Hi! This is based somewhat on Midnight Mass, a Netflix series, and as the first paragraph stated, this takes place after Twilight saga/Breaking Dawn ends; the movies specifically because I've never read the books, lol. Also; not proofread so if you see a mistake please kindly point it out!!

MASTERLIST

First time creating one, also on mobile so here we go!!

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PEAKY BLINDERS

FINN SHELBY

CONTRARY

CONTENT WARNINGS: Implied/referenced child abuse, implied sexual content (nothing graphic, just referenced)

When Finn Shelby and (Y/N) Gold are pushed into an arranged marriage, they agree to act civil towards each other. What happens when that civility turns into something more?

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TWILIGHT

SETH CLEARWATER

ANGEL

Prologue Part I