➪ my name is 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬! friends call me 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬, Bonnie, or 𝐁𝐨, though ㋛︎ and i am 18 years old ! sort of white-passing latine, genderfluid?, a crybaby cancer, hufflepuff, enfp !!
➪ i use any pronouns! just use whatever comes to mind first :)
➪ i identify as lesbian and have a wonderful wife!!
quick background info: i like to imagine reader as charlie's "adopted shortly after bella left him" kid. so she's close w bella but also kinda lagging behind when it comes to hearing about whats going on around her. this also takes place in eclipse <3
!!! i took some inspiration from @the-wolf-moon-diaries' Hold a Light Back to My Soul and the idea from @lunajay33's My Beast and i highly recommend their stories!
i definitely gotta write a pt 2 where we meet up again, don't i? damn
weird dog ... seth clearwater x reader
word count: 1512, warnings: swearing, running away, giant wolf?? a tad boring
Some days can be rough as hell around here, and dealing with them can be just as hard. There's not much to do in Forks, besides drive down to La Push, or wander in and out of the small stores around town, or even wander the hiking trails. But regardless, you need out, you gotta go.
Everything keeps piling up, looming over you, and it's all about to come crashing down. You're sick of hearing about some vampire army, and Bella's stupid love triangle, and now even werewolves--so you decide to leave. Slipping into some boots, you run out the door, barely caring if you make noise.
Not sure of where to go, you just pick a direction and run. You break out into a sprint until you get stomach cramps.
Slowing down, you walk and catch your breath as you reach the entrance to a hiking trail. It's far too late into the night for anyone to be out there unless they're camping, and even then they'd be holed up in their tents for the night. Regardless, though, you deviate from the path and just wander through the trees, not wanting to run into anyone.
Never slowing down, you begin to think about your safety in the forest so late.
It'll be fine, you tell yourself, Besides, if I get lost, someone'll just come find me like they found Bella that one time. With vampires and werewolves, it can't be that hard.
You roll your eyes at the thought of both species of weird being unable to track you down.
Your stomach stops hurting and you keep strolling through the forest, dodging trees and hopping off any big rocks you find. Taking in the forest around you, you start to wonder how long you've been gone.
No more than, like, half an hour. Maybe 45. D'you think Dad has noticed yet? you ask yourself. Definitely not.
After a few more minutes worth of walking and avoiding thinking too much, you stop in a little clearing. It's less of a clearing and more like trees getting a little more sparse, but you don't mind.
You sit on a rock and look up. The trees here are far apart enough to get a small, but clear shot of the sky.
"Nice," you smile. And for a few minutes, all you do is stare at the stars in silence.
Your eyelids start to feel heavy as your body really relaxes. You slide off the rock so you're sitting on the ground, leaned against it, still looking up.
I mean, this isn't the most uncomfortable pillow I've used. And I don't think I'd make it home anyways, you think, justifying sleeping against that rock to yourself. I'll go back in the morning if no one finds me by then. Sounds like a solid plan.
You yawn and close your eyes while turning onto your side against the rock. The quiet sounds of the forest lull you to sleep as your mind wanders. It wanders from the Cullens, to La Push, to how you miss the beach, to how you might go there next time you want to run away for a night, to how you'd even get there alone.
Being nearly asleep, you don't pick up on the fact that the forest is suddenly void of sound. Any animals around you have left, the leaves having stopped rustling, even the wind no longer blowing. But it's not until you hear the crunching of twigs behind you that your eyes shoot open, wide and aware. You hear panting, slow and steady, and you don't dare move.
Shit, is it a bear? 'If it's black, fight back,' right? We only have black bears around here. God, should I get up? Playing dead only works on brown bears--shit. Mind racing, your eyes squeeze shut until you come to a decision.
You abruptly stumble to your feet and start screaming, trying to scare away whatever's behind you, until you actually turn around. Your scream shifts from "trying-to-assert-dominance" to "trying-not-to-die-tonight" as you register what's found you. Not a black bear, but a brown wolf. A huge brown wolf. It even pulls away from you, startled by your screaming.
"Holy shit! Holy shit!" You stagger backwards and trip over a small rock, falling on your ass. You curse to yourself and look back up at the beast. It watches you, and for a moment, you two just stare at one another.
Your eyes are full of fear, mouth open, ready to scream, chest rising and falling with every uncertain breath. The wolf huffs and its head dips down towards you as it sniffs you. In response, you weakly try to shuffle backwards, unsure of what to do. It lets out another huff, backing away, never breaking eye contact.
To your surprise, it sits. It sits there and just looks at you.
You take a deep breath in and out and try to calm yourself. "Hoo... Okay," you're cautious to speak, afraid of what might happen. "Hey there, uh, buddy?"
It doesn't move. "You, uh--you won't hurt me, huh? Right?"
It huffs. "Great. Very trustworthy."
Standing up slowly, you're wary of the wolf still watching your every move. You relax as the wolf seems uninterested in attacking you.
You sigh, "Now what? One wrong move and I might as well scream for the Cullens to come bite me."
You start talking to yourself, "This is what you get for being stupid. 'Oh, it's just the big bad trees. What's the worst that could happen?' I said. Yeah, right. Idiot."
The wolf's head cocks to the side as you scold yourself.
"And you," you gesture towards the wolf, "what're you gonna do? God, what am I doing? Threatening a giant wolf? I really am a genius."
You stop rambling and take a breath. "Okay. This is fine."
Your shoulders finally slump as you take in the wolf. It's as tall as the average human, taller even, with brown fur that looks darker at night. It's eyes are brown and captivating, almost unnaturally humanlike. Regardless, you can't help but find it beautiful.
"You're not that scary, are you?" You flash it a weak smile, "I bet you're just like a big puppy. You're so big that if you were red I'd call you Clifford," you laugh.
Taking slow steps towards the wolf, you raise your hand as non-threateningly as you can. "Can I pet you?" It watches you with curiosity.
"That's kind of a dumb question, isn't it? You can't really," your hand is inches from its head, "...respond." It leans into your touch as you begin softly stroking its fur.
"See," you chuckle, "you're not so mean."
It huffs and lies down. "What, you're tired? I bet you had a long day of scaring campers, didn't you?" You sit down beside the wolf, "I'm tired, too, you know? You actually kind of woke me up."
It watches you blankly. "I accept your apology, don't worry."
With a yawn, you start petting its fur again. "Pretty soft for a wild wolf," you mutter.
Your eyes start feeling heavy again and you lean against the wolf. "You don't mind, right?" Your words come out slowly, tired.
A huff in response. "Great, thanks. You're a much better pillow than that rock was," you trail off and close your eyes.
As your body relaxes against the wolf, the pace of your breathing matches the wolf's, and your mind starts to wander again. Wandering from how warm the wolf is, to the sun, to how you used to stare at the sun as a kid, to how you miss sunbathing on the beach, to planning your next day at the beach.
You barely mutter a "G'night," and drift off to sleep.
Throughout the night, the wolf watches over you as you sleep curled up with it. At sunrise, it stands, leaving you lying on the ground, and it begins to nudge you awake with its snout. You're startled awake by the wolf in your face and sit up, finding your bearings.
"Oh," you say, rubbing your eyes. "Right, good morning, I guess." The wolf pants at you, mouth open. "God, I really spent the night out here... Shit--has dad noticed?"
The wolf watches as you stand up and look around, looking for the direction you came in. Once you recognize the way home, you turn to say goodbye to the wolf. It stares at you, tall and unmoving.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm about to be in huge trouble."
Its tongue licks its nose. You smile with a sigh and shake your head, "I'll miss you, too. Don't scare too many people while I'm gone, alright?"
It bows its head as you pet it goodbye. "I'll find you again. I'll come back, tonight or tomorrow. And you better be here."
You turn and begin walking away, thinking to yourself, Weirdest dog I've ever met.
You look back once and it's gone. As silently as it had snuck up on you the previous night, it had gone.
tearing up at this show so i knew i had to make a tumblr post about it
everybody's just "bluey this" "bluey that"
yes. i love bluey so much its so cute and great but like
my favorite kids show ((unbiased by nostalgia) is Craig of the Creek
its got the best casual representation of lgbt kids, tons of different cultures, body types, disabilities, all of it
its got an amazing plot, even better characters and character development, and the representation is still so great.
i obviously cant speak for every minority on how good the representation in the show is, but i dont think ive seen anything else widely accepted and i want to bring craig of the creek to light. please. i love them please love them too
ive been planning this marauders era fic for the longest time. and i might make the first couple years shorter to get to the good stuff, but i really gotta get my ideas onto the pages bro
seabrook citizens see you and wyatt as dear friends, but they don’t know that you’ve been devoted to him for quite some time. however, a love as delicate as yours seemingly crumbles overnight when a secret is spoken aloud
cw / mentions of death
a/n — for someone who talks a lot, i sure don't know what to say !! but i do have a question for y'all (rhetorical): have i really inaugurated myself into a fandom if there's no secret dating fic? yeah, i thought so. i wrote about this trope in a way that covers the entire trilogy, so if you see more about it, look away (or ask me questions cause it's an entire universe lol) 🫣 but thank you to @bright-molina as always for supporting my bullshit, even if you're the reason i'm stuck in this zombies renaissance. nothing but love for y'all <3
growing up in seabrook meant being a part of a perfectly planned community surrounded by a white picket fence and a dream. this year, it was all about the night of nights filled with magic, makeovers, and receiving a corsage from your one true love. and now that the day had finally arrived, it was more disappointing than dreamy. there was no magic involved and a makeover done by your best friends that was hard to enjoy when you knew that special someone wouldn't be at your front door with a custom corsage. your spirits were low, but addison had a newfound anger in her and managed to say what you were all thinking out loud.
“you know, this isn’t how our prawn was supposed to go. i can’t believe we’re even going in the first place!” she said, putting on her earrings.
“it’s not like we have much of a choice. tickets are non-refundable and we have to pay extra if we don’t show up.” bree pointed out.
“at least you’ll have something to look forward to later. eliza said something about throwing a zombie mash, and i’m sure zed and bonzo would be more than happy to save you a dance.” you reminded them.
“but what about you? we can’t just leave you by yourself.” addison turned to face you.
you frantically moved your hands towards them. “but i won’t be by myself. i’ll have you guys!”
“you know what we mean. we’ve always got your back, but it’d be nice to see you find someone.” bree replied.
“bree’s right. zed told me that a few of his teammates would be more than happy to take you to prawn!” addison agreed. she sat down next to you with a gentle smile, nudging your shoulder. “you deserve to have some fun. besides, who knows what could happen?”
you shook your head before your gaze dropped down to your hands. “thanks, but i don’t think it’s a good time to be going out on dates right now.”
“oh. did something happen?” bree grew concerned.
“i guess there’s just a lot of other things on my mind? with the moonstone getting destroyed and zombies being vilified again, that’s all.” you focused on your fidgeting hands.
“i know. haven’t they suffered enough?! it’s absolutely awful…” addison went off on a tangent, which on any other occasion, you would have happily contributed to. but you found yourself staring at the moon. you wanted nothing more than to tell them the truth, but all you could do was take yourself back to that fateful night you met wyatt under the scattered stars that closely represented the pieces of your shattered heart.
“i thought we weren’t meeting tonight.” he said.
“we weren’t supposed to…” as if speaking any louder would speak your worst fears into existence, your voice dropped down to a whisper, “but i have to know what happens if addi’s wrong. what happens if we don’t find the moonstone?”
“it doesn’t matter, because addison can’t be wrong. she knows where the moonstone is hidden.” wyatt wanted you to believe in his words, but you didn’t think he believed them himself when he held onto his necklace and the glean in his eyes slowly faltered.
“but she only thinks that she knows where it is. we won’t actually know until tomorrow, and what if it isn’t there?” you questioned.
“it will be.” was all he could say.
you shook your head. “you don’t know that.” the words were stuck on the tip of his tongue, but he opted for staying silent. you stared at each other for what felt like forever with heavy chests and jaws clenched with tears threatening to spill as he refused to answer you. you finally made the first move, taking a step closer and grabbing his hands to plead, “wyatt, tell me what happens if we don’t find the moonstone.” he could only stare at the space in which your hands met. it was like that for some time before he looked back at you with glossy eyes.
“we…i die if we don’t find it.” he choked out.
you didn’t have to speak your worst fears into existence. they were already coming true.
you cleared your throat, effectively catching the girls’ attention. “anyway, are you guys ready to go?”
“yeah! bree and i are just gonna put on some perfume really quick. you’re driving, right?” you held up your keys for addison to see.
“i’ll be in the car.” you didn’t wait for a response before grabbing your things and heading downstairs. you were quick to start the car and get inside. making sure no fabric was snagged on your way in, you exhaled shakily. with a tight grip on the wheel, you wanted to scream, but the sobs stuck in your throat and the thought of the girls being seconds away from the scene stopped you. it was going to be a very long night.
as an attempt to cheer the girls up before arriving to prawn, you were unable to stop yourself as you let it slip that you still believed it would be a night to remember. and it certainly was…but for the wrong reasons. with a subpar seabrook playlist, watered down punch, and endless conversations with people you could care less about, it was like the universe was determined to bore you to death. you knew only zed could liven up the party, and without him, you were very close to digging yourself an early grave.
just as you were going to suggest leaving for zombietown, someone pointed behind you, where a large group of werewolves and zombies made their grand entrance. your eyes instantly searched for wyatt in the sea of people, but you couldn’t find him to no avail. however, your lips twisted up into a smirk when you found someone else.
“bonzo!” you called out to him. waving him over, bree grew frozen as he began to come closer, prompting you to give her a push. when she turned back to you, you shrugged, “what are you waiting for? go and get him!” it wasn’t long before the two met in the middle, and you watched as bree accepted the zombie’s long-awaited prawnposal with a big hug. you turned to addison, ready to continue your conversation with her, but the words died out when you saw her staring at zed, who looked longingly back at her from across the room.
“i’m gonna look for eliza. go talk to him.” you bumped your hip into hers before the dessert table called your name. you swiped a few of your favorites, munching happily as you scanned the room for your girl. you spotted her curly green updo in the crowd of werewolves, ready to head her direction when wyatt suddenly appeared in front of you.
“hey there, stranger.” he greeted.
“hi.” your eyes glazed over his outfit, humming, “you look good.”
“so do you.” he returned. you leant against a nearby column together, beats of silence consuming you. before you could say anything, wyatt spoke up, “um, so about the other night-”
“i was thinking about it, and uh what happened before or whatever comes after, it doesn’t matter. i’ve got you for right now, and i think that’s enough for me.” you faced him. as upset as you were about the unfortunate circumstances, you’d rather cherish what you’d had than regret it later on. laying a hand on his bicep, you leant in closer when no one was watching to whisper, “besides, i saved you a dance tonight. so…?”
he looked surprised. “oh. do you want to? like now?” without another word, you took his hands and dragged him to the dance floor.
a soft ballad began to play through the speakers as wyatt nervously wrapped an arm around your waist. with reassurance, you pulled him closer and placed your arms around his neck. you swayed from side to side for a couple of bears before breaking apart. your hands grazed together until they were fully intertwined with wyatt bringing them over your shoulder to rest at your waist. you shared a smile as he twirled you out and back into his embrace. you ended up staying like that for most of the song before coming back to your original position, where you let your head rest against wyatt’s. you savored the quiet “i love you’s” and quick forehead kisses, unbeknownst to you that the whole time addison and zed sang along to the track, they were staring back at you. but that didn’t matter when you had wyatt in the moment, and a shattered heart that would slowly piece itself together…someday.
