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ok can someone PLEASEEEE write a little thingy where like Paul imprints on reader and all that but that scene where he wolfs out on Bella, he freaks out on reader and she gets a scar on her back or smth. I just crave this rn😭 also if someone makes it will u tag me please🥺💋

I have a question please anyone answer. A year ago I lost a fanfic about Rosalie hale x male diamond polisher on Wattpad if anyone knows this fanfic please let me know. It is about when Edward Cullen goes to the shop to get his moms wedding ring cleaned by the male. Then the male gets an invitation to the wedding.

Paul Lahote x Male!FTM! Reader

Tw: Cursing, MDNI/Smut, Scarring on body (Top surgery scars that botched), insecure Reader (if you squint), Reader isn't fully transitioned, anal, mentions of stuff in the front

You have been wracking Paul's damn brain since he met you last week. He can't even function if you're around, he just has to watch you like a lost puppy, and you haven't even noticed! Sadly for him, the pack has and they don't ever hold back.

Yesterday, Paul had managed to score a date-not-date with you, camling on the beach. Paul could barely breathe when he saw you in a tight black tank top and swimshorts to match it. You were...beautiful. He's seen photos of you as a woman, and dammit he'd have you either way. Man. Woman. They. He didn't care. He could spend all day watching you, admiring you...fucking you. Dammit.

You were desperately oblivious to his looks, or at least if you did notice, you brushed them off. You and that damn half sided smile you'd send him occasionally. The fire was warm, the tent was at the side, a little closer to the woods, so yall weren't as bare to the wind and slashing sand.

"Well, I'm bored, Wolf boy. You said you'd keep me entertained." You teased, smiling and those pretty damn eyes batting at him. What he wouldn't do to make them roll back. "You wanna swim then?" He offered, voice gruff with emotions, the main being pure desire. He watched as you got up, stretching, bones popping in a few places "Well just don't stare too hard." You smirked as you slid your tank top off, you barely or never shown anyone your chest. By god he was in love. Your scarring was a soft pink to tan skin, obvious to see it was bumpy and ragged. Paul wanted to kiss and bite every part till you were saying you were pretty.

"No staring. Got it." He mumbled, watching as you went off to the water. Paul's heart raced as you called out to him, your voice both teasing and inviting. He hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to be closer to you and his need to maintain control. But the sight of you in the water, your scars shimmering in the moonlight, was too much to resist. With a strangled breath, he stood up and walked towards the water, his gaze still fixed on you. The water was cold, but he barely felt it when he stood beside you.

"You're beautiful, ya know?" He asked gently, and when you didn't respond, he kept going, "Scars, transition, every damn thing about you. You're perfect to me."

He didn't miss how your face flushed as you mumbled a quick, "You think so? Their not...ugly?" He shook his head no, reaching out a hand, his fingers gently grazing the scars on your chest, tracing their outlines with a feather-light touch. "These scars don't change how I see you," he said softly, his eyes locked on yours. "They just make you even more beautiful. And even more mine."

Within moments, you two were on the sand, the tent be dammed, as yall made out hungrily. He broke the kiss, trailing to your chest to kiss the botched scars and then lower. "W-wait.." You mumbled, and he stopped he'd always stop. "I don't..I'm not fully transitioned." You admitted, but he didn't care. Not one damn bit. "So? I can do either. Front or back. You're mine, nothings changing that."

His words were full of love and reassurance so you nodded and he continued. Taking your shorts and then boxers off. He nearly fucking drooled at you. Trimmed but clean, he couldn't help but swipe his tounge at your Tcock, which had you squirming. "Tell me if I need to ever stop." You heard his words but the intense pleasure that hit knocked your response away as he sucked your tcock and slid two fingers into your cunt to please you. You were coming in minutes of it, he kissed your cunt and pulled off. "Front or back, my sweet boy. What's more comfortable?"

You were too stimulated to even answer, only managing a soft moan as you turned, arching your back to present yourself. "Fuckin hell, sweetheart." Paul groaned as he wet his own hard cock that was leaking, one hand went to the base of his cock, the other to your Tcock to stroke at it while he slid in. He knew he was a big boy, a cock at 7 inches and just as thick wasn't the best for first date anal sex, but he'd get you there.

The both of you were desperate and content to jist keep fucking on the beach, but it got way too cold to quick. So now, in the tent, flap open, he was back to rutting his cock into your ass as he jerked off yours, occasionally dipping his fingers into your cunt just so it wasn't neglected.

"Close. Fuck, Paul, I'm gonna come." You whimpered out, drooling into one of his pillows he had brought. "Me too, fuck, come for me, love." He panted as he kept going, feeling the knot in his gut getting unbearably tight. As soon as you came, tightening around him, he jerked and spilled into you. He rolled his hips a few more times to ride the highs out before he pulled out, watching with content as some of his cum leaked out of your tight ass.

The two of you, too tired to get dressed jist simply cuddled naked, not bothering to close the flap due to the wolf heat between both of you and the stench of sex. Your head tucked into his chest, listening to his heart as you fell asleep.

UGH I need some more Seth clearwater or Paul Lahote x M!Reader 😫 I've read just about all I can on here and I NEED MORE ‼️

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Hey heey :3 ty for checking this out😭

random things that I think are important: I'll be writing about mostly baldur's gate 3, the lost boys + twilight but I'm hoping to delve into writing about x-men once I'm confident I wont mess up the lore loll ;D also IWTV

I'm honestly not too sure what I'm hoping for this acc lol - I just thought it would be fun to actually lock in and write shit abt my fave things everr ;)) ty to my pookie spoon for awakening me (ive already got like 10 drafts)

headcannons, fanfictions and maybe some crazy cool fanarts :P

DO NOT get me started on the three metaphors for love --- mostly vampirism :3 (please do)

I have crazy weird obsessions with random men (celebs, characters) (i swear i still like women)

i love music, art, pinteresting lol, VAMPIRESS, fortune telling/witchcraft, men

inbox open for whatever !!

hugh jackman hmu

Anyways - I'll keep this updated for when I figure my shit out loll

creds to all owners of the dividers used

MtF reader who is nervous about bottom surgery, (any depth) and so she starts to wander around the forest to work out the excess energy.

Jasper who's used to them pacing around the forest simply waits for them to go to the same spot they usually do. This time instead of letting them not talk about it he tells them they need to talk about it. Since she's so scared of surgery.

a/n: Okay, so I usually don’t write for fem readers, but I thought this idea was super sweet. As a queer person myself, I really love the idea of the twilight vampires being accepting of queer people. I hope I did this ask justice, and to any trans people who are worried about hormones or surgery I hope this is comforting to y’all. 

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comfort 

mtf!reader x jasper hale (fluff)

words: 823

summary: you’ve been nervous about your upcoming bottom surgery for a while now, so Jasper, the concerned lover he is, makes sure to comfort you and talk you through every detail.

Jasper sat atop one of the trees, waiting for any trace of her to alert him. It was no surprise when he smelled her familiar scent before he could even see her. This secluded spot in the forest was where she always went when she was feeling nervous. Jasper looked down to see her, the beautiful girl he’d grown to love so deeply, walking quickly back and forth as she mumbled to herself. Jasper jumped out of the tree, and in an instant, he was next to her.

“You scared me,” she said breathlessly with a red tint covering her face. He could feel her embarrassment, but more than that he could feel her nervousness. 

“You seemed nervous, darlin’,” Jasper replied as he held one of her hands in his. “I wanted to check on you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, brushing him off. “It’s nothing.”

“Seems like somethin’,” he said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. “You know you can tell me anything,” he said softly. She smiled at him and with shaky hands she brushed some of the hair away from his face. She let her hands fall back down to her sides, working up the courage to tell him what was really going on. Unbeknownst to her, Jasper was using his power in an attempt to make her feel calmer.

“I just need comfort, not advice. We don’t have to talk about it,” she assures him. 

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, his southern accent pouring out, “I can comfort you too, but clearly somethin’ has been botherin’ you for days. We need to talk about it or it won’t get any better,” he tells her as gently as possible, trying not to work her up.

“I’m just worried about my surgery,” she says with a sigh, causing Jasper’s eyes to widen in surprise. Soon, she’d be undergoing bottom surgery, and she was so excited about it, but now it was clearly causing her a lot of stress.

“I thought you wanted the surgery?” Jasper asked, looking into her eyes.

“I do,” she responded hurriedly, “it’s just this is a big operation, and something could go wrong, or I might not be happy with the results, or maybe you won’t be happy with the results and-”

“Darlin’, I will love you no matter what,” Jasper said, cutting her anxious rambling off. “It doesn’t matter if you get the surgery, if you don’t, or how it turns out. Despite how much I love your body,” he says lightheartedly, grabbing a hold of her waist, “that’s not why I stay with you. I stay with you for this,” he says, tapping her temple with his index finger. “You have the most beautiful mind I’ve ever encountered in my 160 years.”

“So things will be the same between us even after my surgery?” She asks hopefully.

“Not exactly,” Jasper says, causing her smile to fade. She gives him a concerned look and he quickly elaborates, “there might be some new things I’d like to try in the bedroom,” he says with a wink, causing her whole face to go red.

“Oh knock it off,” she says, playfully pushing his chest away with her hand, causing him to pretend to be shocked, except he can’t stop smiling at her. “You aren’t worried about me getting hurt?” she asks him. “It’s a serious surgery, what if I die?”

“I know for a fact no one has ever died during bottom surgery,” he comforts, leaning in closer to her. “And even if that somehow did happen, Carlisle and I would rush right over to the hospital and turn you. Even death can’t save you from me,” he tells her jokingly, but they both know that Jasper really would do that for her. “Besides, Carlisle has been a surgeon for like a million years, so that should be comforting,” he informs her. She laughs as she places her head on his chest.

“This is comforting,” she responds. 

“Perfect,” he responds, lightly kissing her on the top of the head after. She stays pressed up against his chest, and he begins to gently stroke her hair as they talk out some of the finer details of the surgery. Not only does he provide statistics about the surgery for logical comfort, but he also provides loving, emotional comfort. It’s clear Jasper won’t let anything bad happen to her. He’ll drive her to the hospital, hold her hand as she gets put under anesthesia, and as soon as the surgery is complete he’ll go back to her room and hold her hand while she wakes up. During the recovery process, he vows not to leave her side the entire time, even when she insists he doesn’t have to do that. She’s his whole world now and this surgery is just a small part of their story. Even if it’s scary, she can rest assured knowing nothing bad will happen to her. 

I don't feel like Emmett gets enough love...maybe something where reader really wants his attention but he is hunting (or something like that) and really misses the feeling of his lips and hands...I'd also prefer to see how cheeky and lighthearted he can be...thank youuuu

a/n: I really loved writing this and thank you sm for the request! Emmett is a super underrated character and I always love getting to write about him. I hope you enjoy the story :)

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miss me?

gn!reader x emmett cullen (fluff)

words: 1243

summary: You can’t help missing Emmett, your boyfriend, while he’s away hunting. When he’s finally back he learns how much you missed him, which results in him playfully teasing you. 

“Is it even fair that you’re playing Scrabble with us?” you ask Edward, frustrated about your losing streak. Esme, Carlile, Edward, and you are all playing Scrabble together in the living room. Alice and Rosalie are there too, but neither of them are playing. Rosalie is watching a soap opera and Alice is knitting something. She says it’s going to be a sweater, but it doesn’t really look like one. 

“It’s Scrabble, not poker. Reading minds doesn’t exactly help me with this game,” Edward responds as he lays down the word fuliginous. 

“What the fuck kind of work is fuliginous?” you ask, annoyed with him.

“It means sooty,” Edward said sassily. Carlisle laughed under his breath, trying to hide it. Carlisle and Esme had really embraced you as one of their kids, but like most siblings, you and Edward were always teasing each other about something. In fact, most people in this family were always teasing each other. It made everyone feel more human to not be so grim all the time. That’s what had originally attracted you to Emmett. He was always laughing or cracking jokes, and he reminded you not to take everything so seriously. That’s why when he first confessed his love to you, you thought it was just some joke. Right after, when he started kissing you, you realized it was serious. 

“I forfeit,” Carlisle said. 

“What?” You asked disappointedly. In the Cullen house it was widely agreed that if someone forfeit it felt like no one truly won. 

“Yeah, he’s got nothing he can play,” Edward responded. Clearly his mind reading was helping him with Scrabble. 

“Why do you seem so upset?” Esme asked you, softly touching your hand. At heart, she was such a mother.

“Because Scrabble was an effort to pass the time while waiting for Emmett to come back,” Edward responded while looking at you, trying to embarrass you. Yesterday, Emmett and Jasper left to go hunting together and they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Emmett returning had been all that you’d thought about since he left, and it was starting to drive Edward insane. You couldn’t get his lips off your mind. Cold, soft, always ready to kiss you with so much passion. The thought of his hands was even worse. You reminisced on how large and strong they were. You constantly replayed in your mind the memories of Emmett holding your hips like someone holding onto their favorite mug. Tightly, tight enough to never drop it, but gentle enough to not make it shatter. 

“Don’t worry, they’ll be back early,” Alice tells you from across the room. “But when they’re back you might not be so happy about it,” Alice warns you playfully. Edward laughs, presumably having already seen whatever Alice predicted. You just roll your eyes and start to clean up the board game. 

The next day you stayed in bed all morning watching reruns of your favorite show, hiding away under your comforter. You only got out of bed and got dressed for the day after Alice told you to “look presentable for when Emmett gets home.” Even if she also teased about how much you missed Emmett that weekend, you knew she’d understand. According to Edward, she’d been thinking about nothing but date ideas for when Jasper was back. You were biased, so of course you thought that you and Emmet were the cutest couple, but you had to admit Jasper and Alice were a very close second. 

“They’re here!” Alice shouted excitedly from downstairs. You quickly rushed down, excited to see Emmett once again. It had been a long weekend, and even if you had infinite time with him, it never made the time away from him any easier. 

“Hey, darlin’,” Jasper says as he walks through the front door, quickly grabbing Alice’s hand and kissing it gently. Emmett walked in a few seconds later and began to lean on the doorframe. He had one hand on his waist and the other propped up against the door frame, trying to look seductive. As always, it worked. 

“Miss me, sweetheart?” Emmett asks you playfully. You laugh and he quickly walks over to envelop you in a hug, running his hands through your hair after he does.

“How do you know about that,” you ask confusedly, reluctantly removing yourself from the hug.

“Well, according to the rest of the family you just couldn’t stand to be without me. Constantly talking about how you miss my muscles and my mouth and my-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you say, embarrassed. He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you have to try not to laugh. 

“Y’know, I remember you thinking about how when you got Emmett alone again you were gonna-” You immediately cut Edward off the same way you had Emmett. It’s a miracle Emmett can’t blush, because he knows if he was human he’d be firetruck red. 

“Oh, I’m gonna kill you,” you shout as you try to jump at Edward. Emmett quickly grabs you by the waist, pulling you back as you make an attempt to strangle Edward. You hear Emmet laugh at your antics as you send a piercing glare Edward’s way. 

“Calm down, killer,” Emmett remarks lightheartedly. Edward hisses at you like a cat that’s been dumped in water, so you reach an arm out to him, pretending to try and claw at him.

“Oh! They’re having another cat fight!” Alice exclaims, causing the whole room to laugh. 

“Let’s get you away from this moron,” Emmett jokes, throwing a cheeky glance at Edward. Without warning, he quickly throws you over his shoulder and begins to walk toward your bedroom. That vampire speed and strength really allows him to do anything. You make an attempt to playfully hit his back as you dangle from his shoulder, but it’s a fruitless endeavor. You hear small laughs from everyone else, but you're not even embarrassed. They’re your family. 

“So, what was it you were gonna do to me when we’re alone?” Emmett asks playfully as he walks up the stairs, still carrying you. He sets you down on the ground when the two of you make it to your room, looking at you with an expectant smirk. You sit on the bed, and he looks down at you curiously. 

“You’ll find out soon enough,” you tease. 

“Don’t taunt me,” he warns with a grin. “Besides, I don’t blame you. Who could resist a big strong man like moi?” He asks as he begins to flex his biceps. 

“Yuck,” you joke, pushing his arm away.

“Oh please,” he rolls his eyes playfully and sits down next to you. “I heard about how much you missed me. And my hands. And my lips.”

“I really will kill Edward,” You respond, deadpan.

“You’ll have to get through me first,” Emmett teases. He wraps his arms around you and flexes his muscles, causing them to tighten around you. 

“No way, I’ll feel too bad when you lose,” you say, trying to hold back a smile as you pretend to be worried about him losing a fight to you. 

“In your dreams,” he scoffs, removing his arms from around you, pretending to be hurt. 

“In my dreams for sure,” you respond flirtatiously, causing Emmett to laugh.

“Dork,” he responds, kissing you right after. He would probably be teasing you about how much you missed him for a while, but that might be something you could get used to. 

Jasper Hale and gn! reader they're looking around the stream and they see some Quartzite and reader gets excited (it's their fav.. rock)

typically its found in the mountians

a/n: This was so fun to write! This was actually my first request, so I'm glad to get to write it. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!!

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i could listen to you forever

gn!reader x jasper hale (fluff)

words: 535

summary: you find your favorite rock along the river's edge, and Jasper can't help but listen to you ramble.

“Jasper,” you whisper shout to him. Your eyes are only partially open, but you still see something shining in the sunlight towards the bed of the stream. “Jas,” you urge again, this time shaking his shoulder. You aren’t sure why either of you decided it’d be a good idea to rest here, out in the forest, but it’s been some of the best sleep you’ve ever gotten. 

“What is it love bug?” Jasper asks in a soft, sleepy voice. Vampires can’t sleep, but sometimes he gets so relaxed with you that he feels like he could. You yawn, stretching your back, and stand up. One second you’re looking at Jasper resting against a rock, eyes barely open and strands of blonde hair in his face, the next second he’s stood next to you with wide eyes. His vampire speed might be something you never get used to.

“I see something shining over there,” you say excitedly. You absolutely loved all things rocks and crystals, and Jasper knew that well. 

“Well, let’s go look and see what it is, Sugar,” Jasper tells you with a smile. He loves to see you get excited over what you care about, and you love when he calls you those sweet nicknames. The two of you quickly make your way over to the river's age. The sun is hitting just right, and Jasper begins to sparkle just as much as the rock in his hands.

“Is that what I think it is?” you ask him happily. You watch as he rubs his thumb over it, and then holds it up to the light. 

“Why yes, I do believe so,” he says with a smirk, leaning in closer to you. You laugh and gently kiss him. He places the rock in your hand and you begin to exam in it.

“Did you know this is my favorite?” 

“I think you’ve mentioned it,” he says with a smile, “maybe I’ll get it made into a ring for you.” You laugh at his comments, but deep down you know that sounds amazing. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

“Haven’t I already told you about it?” you ask genuinely. You could talk about this sort of stuff forever, but you don’t because you don’t want to annoy Jasper.

“You have told me about it, but I wanna hear it again,” he tells you as he grabs you by the waist and kisses the top of your head.

“It’s Quartzite, typically found in the mountains. It’s a metamorphic rock, meaning it’s formed by being subjected to high heat and pressure, that’s made from quartz rich sandstone. Sometimes it’s used to make kitchen countertops.” 

“You sure do know your stuff, sweetheart,” he says with a smile. His southern accent is more prominent then ever when he’s calling you his sweetheart. 

“You don’t mind when I ramble?”

“Darlin’, I could listen to you talk about rocks for the rest of my life, which I’d like to point out is the rest of forever.” He kisses you on the top of the head again and holds you close.

“Well, I guess you’ll be learning a lot about rocks,” you joke.

“I can’t wait,” he says, syrupy sweet. 

love bites & apologies

gn!reader x jasper hale

words: 1960

summary: when Jasper accidentally leaves marks on y/n’s neck after kissing them, he has to figure out how to make it up to them and their parents.

“Sugar, you are so sweet,” Jasper’s words came out like a husky southern growl, just centimeters away from your face. Slowly, his hands push through your hair as his icy lips move down your neck. He sends a chill down your spine with the feeling of his cold touch, and yet your whole body feels hot with pleasure. Just as Jasper begins to pin you down, his lips still grazing your warm neck, the sound of someone clearing their throat startles both of you. The two of you turn to face the person quickly, and embarrassment adorns your face when you realize who caught you. Jasper releases the firm grip he had on you and raises his eyebrows at the towering lean figure standing in the doorway.

“Y’know, I can hear all your thoughts, and usually that would be helpful, but I don’t want to hear,” Edward pauses to glance between the two of you, “those thoughts.” Your face flushes with embarrassment, and Jasper’s would too, if he was still capable of it.

“I’ll have you know, from the moment you met Bella, I could feel every emotion you felt about her, and that was ten times worse. Do you know how awkward it is to feel lust emitting from the house, just to find out it’s coming from your brother?” A smirk is still etched onto Jasper’s face as he finishes drawing out the words with his charming Southern accent. Edward tenses with embarrassment, and he doesn’t say anything for a long time, considering what Jasper knows. Then, as he begins to look back between the couple sprawled out on Jasper's bed, he begins to laugh.

“Why is he doing that?” you ask in a low mumble. Jasper gives Edward a look of confusion, before turning to you. The second he sees you, his face drops, no longer smirking, and he is in utter shock.

“Oh, Emmett is gonna love this,” Edward says between laughs. Before Edward even finished his sentence Emmett was standing at his side with just the mention of his name. When he looked into the room, he burst into laughter too.

“Nice one, Jasper!” Emmett exclaims as he pats Jasper’s shoulder with intense force, almost knocking Jasper, who is in a trance-like state, over. “It’s like you’re all grown up. Quite the cowboy,” He says, sarcastically. Your confusion is palpable to the brothers, but before you can even ask, Edward is pointing a small handheld mirror at you, giving you a great view of your neck. It’s almost entirely purplish-red from all the places Jasper had been kissing you. You let out a gasp that causes all laughter to cease.

“I’d love to help you,” Edward said with a smile, almost as if he was enjoying this moment, “but since Vampires don’t have blood, we don’t have this problem.” As his brothers spoke, Jasper stood to the side, continuing to look down at you with a slight horror at the mistake he made.

“We could try makeup? I know Rosalie has a ton somewhere around here,” Emmett suggests, at least trying to be helpful.

“Going home with pasty white makeup all over your neck is almost more suspicious than just letting people see the hickeys,” Edward said to Emmett playfully. “And also, curfew is in fifteen minutes, so I’d hurry home,” Edward says to you, knowing this will only be worse if you also break your curfew.

Before you’d even had time to think of a plan, Jasper was already ushering you to the car. He raced down the slick asphalt to your house in the silver Jeep. The car was completely silent the whole drive, but Jasper kept a firm grip on your thigh with his right hand. Emmett and Edward were in the back, and as you pull into the driveway, you can only hope your parents won’t kill you.

“Hold on,” Jasper says, his cool hand touches your jaw, and he leans in to give you a soft, cold, longing kiss, “just in case it’s the last time,” he mumbles into your ear as he reluctantly pulls away from the kiss.

“They can’t ground me for as long as you're alive,” you remark playfully.

“Yes, but they can ground you for as long as you’re alive,” he says, with a sweet syrupy quality to his voice. His hand slowly and delicately traces down your jaw until it's back in his atmosphere again. You crave to grab his hand or to press his skin against yours for just one last second, but you know you can’t look like this and be late. You climb out of the Jeep, step inside your house, and close the door behind you, but Jasper doesn’t take the Jeep out of park.

“What are we doing, Jasper?” Emmett questions uneasily.

“Jasper wants to know what y/n’s parents are going to feel when they see what happened,” Edward explained, already knowing what Jasper was thinking, which was helpful because Jasper would give anything not to speak right now. No one said anything for a moment, but then Jasper tensed, sitting up a little straighter. Edward slumped back, seeming almost uncomfortable by what was happening. Emmett could tell this meant that your parents had noticed, and things didn’t seem good.

“I can feel their emotions. It’s so strong that I can hardly distort them, at least not from this far.” Jasper paused after the words left his mouth, but he didn’t move. “What are they thinking, Edward?”

“I don’t want to say,” Edward said monotonously. Emmett stiffened, and for someone so hard to miss, he seemed to wash away with the tension of the moment.

“Tell me,” Jasper demanded. The brothers sat very still for a very long time before anyone spoke again. The sound of chirping crickets filled their ears, and the stars shined down on them. However, they didn't notice any of their surroundings, as they focused their attention on what was happening in your house.

“They think you’re a freak,” he paused, for what felt like centuries, before saying, “They want you two to break up.” Before Edward can continue, Jasper put the car in reverse and sped home so fast that even Edward wanted to suggest slowing down.

“What am I going to do?” Jasper asked as he opened the front door to the Cullen's house. Emmett and Edward shuffled in behind him without a word.

“You’re going to have to make it up to y/n’s parents,” Emmet advised.

“You’re going to have to make it up to y/n too,” as soon as the words escaped Edward's mouth Emmett and Jasper were staring at him, waiting for an explanation. “When I was listening to their thoughts, y/n was mad that you weren’t more careful.”

“I’ll figure something out,” Jasper said, his voice full of exasperation.

A week passes, and somehow Jasper finds himself standing next to Carlisle at your doorstep.

“Jasper, I’m surprised you asked me to do this for you,” Carlisle says quietly as he taps his stone-cold hand against your front door. “This relationship must mean a lot to you.” The door opens before their conversation continues, and they’re greeted with your father's presence. Days had passed since Jasper had gotten to see you. After what happened last week, Jasper called your house, but when your father answered, he told Jasper to never call back again. Jasper had hoped he’d be able to talk with you at school, but you anxiously avoided him, and he wasn’t looking to upset you anymore. It was the slowest week of his 160-year-old life.

“It’s great to see you. I’m Dr. Cullen, Jasper’s father. I was wondering if we could have a word?” Your father is hesitant at the question, but allows the two of them to come inside. The three of them sit at the dining table that your mother is already occupying. As they sit, Jasper nervously fumbles with his hands, worried that his plan to involve Carlisle as his ‘father’ wouldn’t work the way he hoped.

“Jasper,” you say as you walk into the kitchen, surprised to see them, “and Carlisle, what’s going on?” You make your way to the table and sit down on the far end, with Jasper on one side of you, and your father on the other. Jasper could feel the nervousness emitting from you, and it almost matched his own. He wanted to grab on to you and never let go as he took in your intoxicating scent and warm skin, but instead, he settled for inconspicuously placing a hand on your knee and hoping your family didn’t notice.

“I wanted to discuss with you all what happened last week,” Carlisle said, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him. When he said the words, almost everyone in the room had their eyes on your (no longer purple) neck. Except for Jasper, who was looking deep into your eyes as if they could heal him or ease his pain. “What Jasper did was irresponsible, and I do not condone that kind of behavior. We have both raised two very responsible, mature, and sensible kids. As disapproving as I am, what they did was not dangerous. Our children had the self-control to stop themselves before things got too out of hand. I know these kids make each other happy, and I believe we should continue to let them see each other.” Carlisle hardly gave anyone time to speak as he felt the disapproval radiate off your parents. “And if it would make you more comfortable, they don’t have to be together at my house anymore. At least not alone.” There was a long pause after Carlisle finished speaking, as if what he said compelled everyone to silence. Jasper gently squeezed your knee and glanced at you hopefully.

“I’ll agree that they continue to see each other, on the condition that they can only be alone together in public, or at our house, with the doors open, while we are home.” It might sound like a big ask, but Jasper knew how secretive and creative Edward was with Bella, and for someone so special to him, he was willing to try and be just as sneaky for you. The idea of sneaking into your bedroom late at night filled him with excitement, and he quickly thought of all the ways he could climb into your bed without your family noticing.

“I think we can agree to that,” Carlisle said with a wide smile and stood up to shake your father’s hand. Jasper smiled eagerly as he stood up, beckoning you to stand too, and wrapped you into a hug. Even if his skin was glacial, he still warmed your heart. You attempted to suppress your excited laugh as Jasper kissed your cheek.

“Hey,” your father called out disapprovingly, causing Jasper to loosen his grip around you.

“What?” you mused, “the doors are open?” Jasper tried to hide his smile in your hair as your parents let out a collective sigh.

“Don’t push it you two,” Carlisle said just loud enough for only you two to hear. He threw the two of you a knowing wink as he made his way back to the front door. Jasper smiled in a way you’d never seen before and slightly adjusted so his back was facing your parents. Gently, he leaned down to kiss you one more time. This time, he let his cold lips meet yours, and even if it was just for a second, you could feel every ounce of his love.

“See you soon, darlin’,” he said with a hushed sultry southern accent. Next time you two were together, he planned on continuing what you never got to finish.

Carlisle Cullen as a Boyfriend

He is literally a mix of an angel and a victorian gentleman 

He is deeply compassionate. 

You have a rough day, “Tell me everything, my love.” 

He LISTENS! It’s rare for a man to just shut up and listen and he does it. 

If he senses something is off with you, it doesn’t matter if he’s doing something important, he will drop everything to make sure you are okay and talk things out. 

He is so respectful. 

Keep in mind he’s from a different era, so expect old school romance. 

Holding doors. 

Handwritten love letters in beautiful writing. 

He’s very patient and gentle in everything he does. 

Protector, but no overbearing and it’s not the major point of the relationship. 

One thing you love about him is how smart he is and that he’s an amazing conversationalist. 

This man has been alive for centuries. He speaks multiple languages, history buff, art lover, you can have deep conversations with him and he always has something to say. 

Unlike some other Cullens (👀), Carlisle is emotionally stable. 

He doesn’t ghost you, play games, or act jealous. All that is a waste of time to him. 

Carlisle is able to admit he doesn’t have all the answers and needs help. 

“I’m still learning to love you the way you need. Please help me understand. Please.” 

He’s loyal and consistent. Everyone else is chaos, he’s the calm in the storm. 

He is overall a great partner and easy to be with, you don’t have to try with him and I think that is so simplistically beautiful in a relationship. 

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.

Guard Dog fanfic update

Hey, y'all! So, I am currently working on another fanfic. It's going to be a twilight x teen wolf crossover, but I'm still working on guard dog it's just going to be a little longer for an update (shouldn't be too long though). I'm gonna try to have the next two chapters of guard dog and the first two of the new one out in the next week (two at the latest). Also I have no idea what the name for the new one will be so suggestions are welcomed :)

Here's a quick summary of what the new fic will be about:

OC was raised by Melissa McCall and grew up with Scott (and basically Stiles). She always knew she wasn’t Melissa’s biological daughter, but that never mattered. Melissa was there when she was sick and scared. Scott held her hand on her first day of school. Stiles, well–he just annoyed her. But, they were her family. Then all of a sudden some strangers show up at her door claiming to be her “real” family—and they want to take her back. Things get complicated fast: ancient vampire councils, werewolves, magic, hunters. But OC can handle it. She’ll handle anything if it means protecting the people she loves. Because if not Stiles, who else would drive her insane just to see her laugh?