the moment they realize they’d do anything for you
fandom: twilight (quileute pack)
characters: sam uley, jared cameron, paul lahote, jacob black, quil ateara, embry call, leah clearwater, seth clearwater
tags/warnings: devotion themes, protective behavior, emotional intensity, imprint dynamics, soft moments, realization of love, deep attachment, hurt/comfort undertones, mentions of arguments, mentions of panic/worry, quiet intimacy, pack dynamics, romantic tension
Sam Uley
For Sam, the moment isn’t loud, it’s quiet. It’s late, the rain coming down soft and steady outside the cabin. You’ve fallen asleep on the couch, a blanket slipping off your shoulder. He’s across the room when he looks up and sees you, really sees you. Not as his imprint, not as someone he’s meant to protect, but as the center of his world.
And it hits him, this bone-deep truth that he would burn down everything if it meant keeping you safe.
He walks over, kneels by the couch, and carefully tucks the blanket back around you. His hand lingers, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
There’s a faint smile on his lips, the kind that holds more pain than joy, because it scares him, how much he feels.
“You have no idea,” he whispers, voice rough.
He thinks about the way you look at him, not as a leader, not as someone broken by guilt, but as Sam. Just Sam.
And in that moment, he knows he’d do anything. Stand against the pack. Walk away from everything he’s built. Anything, if it meant you’d never cry because of him again.
It’s not about obsession for Sam, it’s about surrender. The quiet kind that reshapes a man from the inside out.
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Jared Cameron
For Jared, it happens in the most ordinary way possible, you’re sitting cross-legged on the porch, a cup of coffee in hand, laughing at something he said. There’s no big moment, no danger, no fight, just you, sunlight on your skin, your laugh mixing with the sound of the ocean.
And then it hits him.
He’s done for. Completely, hopelessly.
His grin falters for half a second, eyes softening as he just stares. You don’t even notice, you’re still talking, still alive in the moment.
His heart does this strange flip, half warmth, half ache.
“You good?” you ask, smiling at him, and he just shakes his head a little, that dimple showing. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m great.”
But inside, something shifts. The thought settles in deep: I’d do anything for her. Not because of the imprint, because of you.
Later that night, when you’re curled up in his hoodie, asleep on his chest, he whispers it aloud. “Anything. You just say the word.”
For Jared, love isn’t a vow, it’s an instinct. It’s already written in his pulse, in the way he moves closer when you sigh, in the way he’d throw himself between you and the world without a second thought.
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Paul Lahote
Paul’s realization is raw, like a punch to the chest. It happens after an argument, voices raised, emotions snapping like wire. You’d stormed off, and he’d let you, but the second you were out of sight, something broke inside him.
He’s pacing, furious at himself for letting it get that far, and then the thought comes, sharp and terrifying: I can’t lose her. Not her.
The anger fades into panic, his hands trembling slightly. He doesn’t even realize he’s shifting until his chest tightens, the wolf part of him clawing at the edges.
He finds you by the cliffs, sitting with your knees to your chest, eyes red.
When you look up, ready to argue again, he just shakes his head and says, “Don’t. Please.” His voice is low, breaking. “I can’t do this without you.”
You blink at him, confused by the rawness, but he takes a step closer. “You don’t get it,” he says, softer this time. “I’d fight anyone. Anything. Even myself, if it meant keeping you.”
Later, when you let him hold you, he presses his face into your neck and whispers, “You’re it for me.” It’s not a confession. It’s a truth that’s been there all along, he’s just finally admitted it to himself.
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Jacob Black
Jacob’s realization comes slow, steady, like a sunrise. He’s always cared deeply, that’s just who he is. But one day, while you’re sitting in the garage helping him tinker with the Rabbit, grease smudged on your cheek, he catches himself watching you laugh at his terrible jokes… and something inside him goes still.
It’s different. He’s loved before, but never like this. Never in a way that feels like his entire life just reoriented around someone else.
You ask him a question about the car, and he doesn’t even hear it at first, too busy watching the way the light hits your face.
“Jake?” you say, laughing a little, and he blinks, shaking his head. “Yeah, sorry. Just spaced.”
He smiles, but there’s something deeper behind it now. A realization, a weight. He’d give anything for you. Even the things he thought he’d never let go of.
That night, when you fall asleep against him, his arm curled protectively around you, he breathes in the scent of your hair and thinks, This is it. This is what home feels like.
He presses a soft kiss to your head, his voice barely a whisper. “Whatever happens, I’ve got you. Always.”
For Jacob, love isn’t just devotion, it’s purpose. It’s the anchor that steadies him, even when everything else threatens to pull him apart.
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Quil Ateara
For Quil, it happens so naturally he almost doesn’t notice it, until it hits him all at once. You’re sitting cross-legged on the sand, the bonfire painting your face in warm gold, laughing so hard you’re crying at something Embry said. And Quil’s just… watching you.
Not in the usual way, not with that easy smile and teasing glint. No, this time, it’s quiet. Still. He feels it hit him low in his chest, this warmth, this certainty.
He’d do anything for you. Without question. Without thought. Without hesitation.
He doesn’t even realize he’s stopped laughing until Jared elbows him and mutters, “Dude, you’re staring.”
Quil just grins, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he says softly, eyes still on you. “Guess I am.”
Later that night, when you’re shivering a little from the ocean breeze, he shrugs off his hoodie and wraps it around your shoulders. You start to protest, but he just shakes his head.
“Don’t argue. You come first, remember?” he says, voice gentle but firm.
And that’s the moment it cements, this instinct that’s already written into his bones. The kind that says: I’ll always put you first. Always.
He doesn’t tell you that, though. He just smiles when you look up at him and say thanks, but inside, he already knows. He’s yours, and that’s never going to change.
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Embry Call
Embry’s moment comes on a rough day. You’d both had a fight, something small that grew too fast, too sharp. You walked away before either of you said something you’d regret.
He spends the next hour pacing near the tree line, the wolf in him restless, uneasy. Every instinct screams to go after you, but he waits, gives you space, like you asked. It’s agony. And that’s when it hits him: he’d do anything for you, even the hard things, even learning to hold back when every part of him wants to run to you.
He finds you sitting by the cliffs, staring at the water. You don’t turn when he sits beside you.
The silence stretches until he finally says, “I hate fighting with you.” His voice cracks just slightly.
You sigh, leaning against him, and he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for hours.
“You make me crazy,” he says softly, eyes on the horizon. “But I’d still pick you. Every time.”
And when you finally smile, small, tired, but real, he feels it all the way to his core.
That’s Embry’s truth: his love runs deep, steady, unshakable. He doesn’t need grand gestures or promises. Just that quiet certainty that no matter what, he’s yours, heart, soul, and everything in between.
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Leah Clearwater
For Leah, the realization scares her more than anything. She’s built walls so high she forgot what it felt like to want to let someone in. But then there’s you, patient, kind, stubborn enough to stay even when she tries to push you away.
It happens one night when you show up at her door after a long patrol, a bag of takeout in your hands and that smile she swears she doesn’t love. You sit with her, eat, talk about nothing, and when you finally fall asleep on her shoulder halfway through a movie, she freezes.
And then it hits her like a wave: I’d do anything to keep this safe.
She looks down at you, her jaw tightening because the thought terrifies her.
You murmur something in your sleep and shift closer, your hand finding hers, and her breath catches.
She squeezes your fingers gently, her chest aching with something soft and sharp at once.
“You’re trouble,” she whispers, but her voice shakes.
Later, when you wake up and smile at her like nothing in the world could go wrong, she realizes she’s done for.
For Leah, love doesn’t come easy, but when it does, it’s fierce. She’d fight the whole damn world for you, even if it scares her to admit it out loud.
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Seth Clearwater
Seth’s realization is pure warmth. He’s always been loyal, always protective, but this? This is something deeper. It happens when you’re hurt, not badly, just a twisted ankle from tripping over a rock on one of your hikes. He panics anyway.
You’re laughing, brushing it off, but Seth’s already crouched in front of you, inspecting it like it’s the end of the world. His hands are gentle, his brow furrowed, his voice low with worry.
“It’s just a sprain, Seth,” you insist, but he shakes his head.
“Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean I can’t carry you,” he says, and before you can argue, you’re in his arms.
You roll your eyes, but your heart stutters when you see the look on his face, that mix of focus and care, like you’re something precious he refuses to let break.
Later, after he’s patched you up and you’re sitting on his lap with ice on your ankle, he finally admits, “I don’t ever want to see you hurt. Not if I can stop it.”
And that’s when he knows, it’s not just protectiveness. It’s devotion. Pure and simple.
For Seth, love is selfless. It’s in the way he carries you, worries over you, makes sure you drink water after you cry. He’d give anything, do anything, just to see you safe and smiling again.
welcome to kinktober! throughout the month, i'll be posting blurbs for members of the pack that explore different kinks and linking those fics here. everything posted here will be NSFW, so, as always, these are for 18+ readers only (MDNI)! content warnings will be posted with each blurb, so make sure to check those before reading.
but without further ado, here's our kinktober 2025 masterlist!
ᢉ𐭩 day one (10/1): size kink, brat-taming, and belly bulge with embry
ᢉ𐭩 day two (10/4): dacryphilia and forced orgasm with paul
ᢉ𐭩 day three (10/7): messy sex and creampies with embry and quil
ᢉ𐭩 day four (10/10): "just the tip" and full nelson with jacob
ᢉ𐭩 day five (10/13): cuckolding with paul and embry
ᢉ𐭩 day six (10/16): nelson sandwich and double penetration with jared and paul
ᢉ𐭩 day seven (10/19): omegaverse and knotting with embry
ᢉ𐭩 day eight (10/22): pregnancy sex with quil
ᢉ𐭩 day nine (10/25): mutual masturbation with seth
ᢉ𐭩 day ten (10/28): period sex and cuckolding with embry and jacob
ᢉ𐭩 day eleven (10/31): subspace and aftercare with seth and embry
Can you do some headcanons for the wolfpack from twilight (all separately) about their sleeping habits and how their habits may have changed after they met their imprint (the reader)?
Best wishes and kisses
-your fav anon 💐
Wolfpack Headcanons
Author’s note: I hope this is what you meant! I’m not good at write head-canons!
Jacob Black
Before Imprinting:
• Jacob’s sleep is restless, especially after joining the pack. He often wakes in the middle of the night sweating or with his heart racing.
• His bed is messy—half the blankets on the floor, one sock off, phone still playing music.
• Sometimes he dreams about the life he wants but wakes up with the weight of everything he’s lost.
After Imprinting:
• For the first time in years, he sleeps peacefully. His imprint’s presence eases something tight in his chest.
• He sleeps close—always touching. Whether it’s a hand over their hip or his forehead against their back, he needs the contact.
• His favorite thing is waking up first and watching them breathe, warm and safe beside him.
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Paul Lahote
Before Imprinting:
• Paul has trouble calming down. He can lie in bed for hours, running through memories or frustrations, fists clenched in the sheets.
• He sleeps in short, shallow bursts and often wakes with a pounding heart or clenched jaw.
• Most nights he ends up outside, pacing or sitting on the porch trying to breathe it out.
After Imprinting:
• Everything changes. His imprint is like a balm for his soul. With them beside him, his body finally relaxes.
• He falls asleep with one arm slung over them, face buried in their shoulder like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
• If they wake during the night, he mumbles, “You good?” without even opening his eyes—always attuned to their needs.
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Embry Call
Before Imprinting:
• Embry sleeps with headphones in or TV on low—he hates silence. It reminds him of how alone he feels.
• He usually curls into himself, always on the edge of sleep but never quite at peace.
• Occasionally wakes up from dreams he can’t remember, just left with the ache of wanting someone he hasn’t met yet.
After Imprinting:
• It’s like breathing fresh air. He doesn’t even need sound anymore—just their heartbeat.
• He wraps his arm around them and fits his face in their hair, whispering things he was too shy to say in daylight.
• Sometimes he dreams about growing old with them—and wakes up smiling, holding them closer.
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Quil Ateara
Before Imprinting:
• Quil’s always been a heavy sleeper, but a lonely one. He pretends to be fine, but his room’s a little too quiet.
• He sleeps curled in a nest of blankets, trying to mimic the comfort he’s missing.
• On bad nights, he lies awake thinking of Claire and how wrong it feels to be stuck in time.
After Imprinting:
• Quil turns into a human blanket. He holds his imprint like they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him—because they are.
• Falls asleep talking to them, laughing softly, sharing little pieces of his soul he hides from others.
• Wakes up smiling, fingers tangled with theirs, as if to make sure they’re real.
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Jared Cameron
Before Imprinting:
• Jared’s bed is made. His alarm’s set. He falls asleep at a decent time, but there’s no warmth to it—just routine.
• He sleeps on his side, facing the wall, arms tucked in like he’s bracing for something.
• Every once in a while, he dreams of someone he’s never met, and wakes up oddly heartbroken.
After Imprinting:
• He turns over in bed now—to face them. His walls come down slowly, quietly.
• He falls asleep later and later, not because he can’t sleep—but because he’s soaking in every second of them being there.
• He keeps one hand resting on their back or tucked under their pillow, as if memorizing their presence.
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Sam Uley
Before Imprinting:
• Sam’s sleep is shallow, burdened by responsibility. He wakes often, heart tight, haunted by dreams of what he’s lost.
• Even in sleep, his body stays tense—muscles locked, jaw clenched.
• He sometimes stares at the ceiling for hours, wondering if he’ll ever feel peace.
After Imprinting:
• His imprint brings stillness. She touches his chest and he exhales like he hasn’t in years.
• They sleep close, always. Not out of need, but comfort. As if their souls are aligned even in dreams.
• If she stirs, he murmurs her name like a prayer and settles instantly when she answers.
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Seth Clearwater
Before Imprinting:
• Seth is the only one who really wants to sleep. He’s a dreamer—curling into a ball, mumbling half-formed thoughts into his pillow.
• He sometimes sleeps with the lights on or a book open on his chest. He dreams in vivid color.
• Leah teases him for being a cuddler—even alone, he hugs a pillow to his chest.
After Imprinting:
• Seth lights up when they share a bed. He spoons, clings, tangles limbs—and smiles in his sleep.
• He’ll wake up just to press a sleepy kiss to their cheek and whisper “love you,” then drift off again.
• His imprint often wakes to find him already awake, just watching them with this soft, awe-filled gaze.
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Leah Clearwater
Before Imprinting:
• Leah doesn’t sleep so much as collapse from exhaustion. Her nights are full of tossing and turning, angry tears, and cold sheets.
• She always wakes up alone, sore from clenching her jaw or curling too tightly into herself.
• Sleep is a battle—one she rarely wins.
After Imprinting:
• She’s hesitant at first—sharing space feels vulnerable. But over time, she starts to trust it. Trust them.
• She sleeps with her face in their neck, breathing slow and steady, one arm across their stomach.
• Her sleep becomes deeper, safer. For the first time in a long time, she stops waking up crying—and starts waking up at peace.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Description: Paul finally apologizes for the scar(s) he gave you when he saw you for the first time.
Pairing: Paul Lahote | Human mate!You.
Warning(s): Paul's anger, possible past angst, fluff, Paul is a crazed mess for you, size kink (duh), imprinting/mates, abo!verse but you're human, possessiveness, fingering, cunnilingus (worship), breeding kink, licking, biting, smut with plot because oh God I can never stop myself, teasing, pet names, unprotected p-in-v, overstimulation, manhandling, light dom!Paul because I am still me. MDNI.
Type: Request, for the sweet @wishyouloveme, here.
MASTERLIST
Just like any other day.
. . .
It hit Paul like a freight train and caused sweat to form in ice cold drops on his otherwise warm skin. He had just returned from patrol with Embry and was spread over Emily's dining table whilst stuffing his face with the food she had cooked for them. Everything was fine and dandy. It was a pleasant day and the weather was nice and cool. Soon, he would be done with his daily obligations and then he would go home.
But then Sam came up behind Emily who was standing next to her mate's seat at the head of the table, one hand on the frame and other on her hip as she listened to Seth drone on and on about something that Paul's voice refused to register due to what unfolded next.
The pack leader's strong arms snaked around the waist of his delicate lover as he nuzzled his nose into her hair until the tip had found its way past the dark strands and against her tender cheek until it was caressing and tracing the scars he had left on her.
All blood drained from Paul's skin and something in his head clicked. His surroundings faded to a dim buzz and the next few moments went by in a blur.
And then he was standing in front of home.
“Paul!” You yelp in surprise at the sight of your nude lover. He usually dresses himself at Sam's house after patrols before coming home to you.
Since you are human and your initial experience with the pack had both been overwhelming -thanks to your lover imprinting on you the first chance he was given- and traumatizing -as said lover who was much worse at controlling his primal urges back then had lost control at the sight of you because he was so overcome with raw, foreign emotion he did not know how to process-, you prefer to keep by yourself near the outskirts of the community in a house that Paul had moved in with you upon your request.
The pack life is simply too loud and… public for you; a city girl used to her secluded places and treasured privacy.
You notice that Paul is panting -which is very unlike him due to his superhuman strength- and a redness outlines his eyes when his huge form approaches yours. “Are you— Paul!” You gasp and nearly flinch from both the shock and impulse when he lets his heavy body collapse on its knees in front of you. “What the hell happen—” you never know with your hyper emotional mate.
His long fingers push your sweater up and out of his way so he can stroke the soft skin of your stomach with the tip of his nose, his head nuzzling into your chest as his dark eyes flutter close and he inhales a deep whiff of your scent. It is the only thing that never fails to calm your hot blooded lover down.
“What's wrong?” Your voice lowers to a concerned mumble as you peer down at him, your fingers cradle the dusky skin of his handsome face -as much of it as you can reach- and your nails rake through the male's jet black mass of short hair. “Honey?” He only behaves like this if something went wrong or when he is in need of comfort, which are both rare occurrences as he is the usual caretaker in your relationship. But you aren't a complete stranger to him acting like this.
Ever the uncommunicative one, the male only sighs— no, whimpers against your skin as if he's wounded and softly feels your skin with gentle caresses of his fingers. Words require thought, patience and wisdom. Unfortunately, Paul's instinctual mind runs too fast for those things to catch up with it in time and rash actions get carried out before better sense can supply him from its store.
“Paul…” A shiver runs down your spine when his lips that had begun to softly peck your navel find their way up your stomach before they halt to ghost over the healed, plum coloured lesions that stretch across your tender skin in menacing shapes akin to claw marks. “What are you doing?” Though he never mentions or discusses it verbally due to the guilt he feels, sometimes Paul becomes hyper aware of the scars of his unmediated passion that mar your skin and tries to make up for them in his own wordless ways.
Except, this only ever happens when you're underdressed or the two of you are indulging in activities typical to couples and the sight of them reminds him of their cause. He has never stormed into the house stark naked and marched up to you like an unreadable oversized pup on the brink of tears like this.
“I am sorry.” You nearly jump due to how unexpected the sound of his words are. Usually he just sulks in silence. “Baby, I am so sorry” Paul never speaks when he is in one of these moods. Especially when he is experiencing bouts of guilt for his actions during his first encounter with you. “Oh, God” his body grows heavy against yours as he practically pushes his face into the crevices like he wants to become one with them and fill them back up to their original state with parts of himself.
“Paul— oof!” Your smaller body yields to his weight and the ground slips from underneath your feet. “D- Did the guys say something?” You fear the worst as Paul's protective hands catch you before your back can hit the wooden ground and you cannot help but whimper from how his lips lock with the scars in thick, desperate and hurried apologetic kisses.
Paul and his pack mates play rough and sometimes they go too far with the teasing. So though he clings to the tough guy act in front of them, he dismantles into you once he is home if their words ever get too far. Yes, the tussling and fighting is not enough if it's serious. And just sometimes, when it gets too much for him to bottle it up, he shares some of it with you. But most often not, since he knows how you feel about the pack and he does not like to worry you.
“I am sorry it has taken me this long to say it out loud, baby… but I am so sorr—”
“Paul, hey, look at me” but he refuses to detach himself from your skin in his shame, his big hands safely holding your whole body up against his. “You don't have to—” you cannot help it, you hate to see him like this when you know how badly he regrets it. You hate for him to hurt.
“But I do” he nearly growls against your skin, his fingers tightening on your hips to brace himself against the war in his head. “There’s not a day that goes by where I don't regret it.”
“But you didn't do it on purpose, baby” you sigh when he refuses to let you see him. Your fingers try to pry his stubborn face upwards. “And you worked and improved for us, didn't you, hm?” Your eyes earnestly search for his. “Don't sell yourself so short.” One of your hands rubs his tense shoulders to try and ease their guilt-stricken stiffness.
“All the same” ever the stubborn knucklehead. “I should have done this a long time ago. But I was selfish and I was afraid that if I verbally mentioned it…” He hesitates and the love you behold for him renders you helpless against a burning urge to reassure him.
“My love—”
“I was scared you'd get reminded of it and…” He takes a deep breath and then gulps down the bile in his throat, blinking back tears. “L- Leave me…” Paul's voice is barely a whisper and your heart breaks at how vulnerable he sounds. “And I am such an asshole for it because it had more to do with my fear of you leaving me than you reliving your trauma…”
“Paul…” You blink and try to focus, but his warm gropes and caresses falter your steam of thought.
“I love you, I really do, so much” he peeks up at you just a little, dark eyes frightened for the first time since the day he scarred you. “Please forgive me. I don't ever want to lose you. I know what I did was irreversible but I swear I'll spend the rest of my life fixing it… if you'll let me.” You shake your head.
Does he really think there's an off chance that you will leave?
“Paul” when you cup the side of his face, he hides into your stomach again. “Hey,” you try to duck your face closer to his. make him look at you. “Look at me” your intended request comes out an order due to all the emotions you feel. “I forgave you a long time ago. That's the reason why I am still here” you finally manage to place your forehead against his, making your breaths mingle with his. “I love you more, so much more.” He opens his mouth to drone so you beat him to it.
“Now shut up and kiss me.”
Paul is taken aback at your demand, his widening eyes prove it. But as surprising as it may be for him, this isn't something that was unresolved for you until today -unlike him- so you aren't as overwhelmed with angst. Because your mate has proven his love, devotion and worthiness of you through his actions over the course of your relationship. He has shown you that he loves you and that he is sorry for what he did.
If anything, his innocently intimate and lovestruck worship of your body has fired it up instead of making it sentimental.
And so you want him.
Bad.
“But—”
“No buts. Kiss me.” You are breathless as you urge him to do so, your hands try to pull his face closer into yours although in vain because his bigger and stronger form remains unbudging.
Paul's eyes search yours for assurance. “... Yes, ma'am” he whispers once finds it and the next thing you know, you're being pounced down onto the floor with his arms cased around you to protect you from the impact.
And though you always feared that him getting physical in this manner would trigger you, you giggle against his mouth that he drags across your chest and up your throat to clamp onto yours. Your arms circle around his broad shoulders and instead of trying to repel him -like you suspected you would despite having grown to trust him now- you pull him closer as you whimper into the tender yet hungry kiss, feeling your legs climb the lower half of his body instinctively.
“Paul~” you needily blabber against his tongue that he uses to enjoy the sweetness of your mouth, his balmy lips enveloping everything your mouth has to offer in tight, big kisses. “Mm~” your chest aches from the strain the lack of oxygen puts on your lungs but your sparking nether regions only scoot closer to his that you feel riling up against yours, your hips grinding against his and limbs tightening around his rock hard body.
“Mine” he growls against your mouth when he has no choice but to pull apart at last, his coarse fingers groping you in greedy handfuls while peeling away any fabric that hurdles their path to your skin. “All mine” you moan at the feeling of his teeth grazing against the tender skin of your boobs that he sprays with kisses and licks. “God, mouse, I love you so much” the strength he puts into pushing everything you wear on your upper body away from it leaves you breathless. You love the thrill you feel when his touch feels like he is on the horizons of the dangers he is capable of. When he is so worked up and desperate that he cannot help but get rough because your sweet sweat and arousing body heat fires him up the way it does. You are addicted to the sight of him not giving in to his beastly impulses despite all that because he loves you so much. It is scary, yes. But it turns you on too.
“I love you too, Paul” though he likes to act cocky and all-knowing most of the time, you know he needs to hear it too. Underneath all that knucklehead play fighting and manhandling of his, he needs reassurance just as much as the next person and though he tries not to burden you as his different lifestyle is hard enough for you as it is, you don't have to be part wolf to feel him and hear his heart.
“You're so perfect…” The way he peppers wet kisses along your cheekbone whilst relieving you of the rest of your clothing causes for your eyes to flutter close to cherish the tingling feeling that sparks your body alight. “Just—” when you try to reach for him to also make it enjoyable for him, he plants your hands above your head and softens your confused pout with a kiss. “Just let me take care of you today, yeah? Don't worry about anything.”
“But— oh!” He reaches for the mating mark that sits on the right side junction of your neck where a she-wolf's mating glad would be. And though you lack the physical features to feel him through it, the meaning that it holds for Paul serves as a bridge for the biological gap. “Oh…” You turn your head sideways to rub your cheek against his shaved one, your hips roll into his hand that dips between your legs and you shudder against Paul's hot tongue that drags across the impressions of his teeth that crevice your skin.
“Taste so fuckin' sweet, baby” there is a strain in Paul's voice because of how much strength it is taking him to hold himself back from impaling you full of his cock right there. “So perfect” the lower half of his body leaps down so he can rub his bare erection against the softness of your leg.
You moan at the feeling. “Paul,” you whisper into his hair, the feeling of his sharp teeth causing for slick to sizzle up to your entrance from the inside. He growls out a quiet yes, baby against the mark, one hand constantly caressing the dents running along the width of your stomach. “Don't hold back” you go to touch his rock hard cock and he grunts in denial, seizing your wrist in his fingers faster than you can blink.
His face comes up to dominate your vision. “No, mouse, tonight is all about you” another kiss squishes out any protest you can form and when his invasive tongue has your nostrils flared from the breathlessness, Paul drags it down your writhing body in the company of heavy pecks until his mouth is between your thighs and he is propping one up with a broad shoulder and the other with his hand that isn't occupied with caressing the evidence of his temper.
“Paul—!” He knows how shy you get when he is between your legs like this.
But it's not his fault you taste so fulfilling.
“Sh, little mouse, you're perfect” he kisses any and all insecurities away with gentle kisses, the hand that cases one of your thighs stroking the tender inside with its thumb. “And you taste so good too” he takes his time worshiping your pelvis, deliberately leaving out your pussy to save the best for last. And though you pretend to disapprove and whine for him to come back up and just fuck you instead, his soft kisses that vibrate into your skin every time he moans at the feeling of your nether skin touching his slightly chapped lips, you find yourself helplessly crying out for more at the end.
“Paul, please!” You feel his mouth twist into a smirk and your hands dart to finger his thick hair to withstand the sensation of his mouth hovering over your petals.
“Please what, mouse?” You roll your eyes at the taunt in his voice.
“Please touch me!” Your fingers impatiently tug at his short strands and he grins.
“Oh, mouse, but I am touching you” you whine and his shoulders vibrate under your knees from his devilish mirth.
“Y- You know what I mean!” Though your cheeks are already aflush, you feel new heat seep underneath the layers of the reddened skin.
“Mmm, but I thought you wanted me to—”
“Paul!” You desperately whine and he lets out a deep cackle.
“Fine, geez” he is so mean when he gets smug. You go to scowl down at him but he takes the mound between your legs in a deep handful and feels the slit between your petals in a vertical caress of his thumb before you do and you end up letting out a loud moan instead. “Needy much?” You bite your lip and wantonly roll your hips closer to his mouth. “Tsk, tsk. Impatient little mouse…” The tip of his digit presses between your nether lips that are dusted with pearly discharges of your arousal and a cherry red flush and your hips buck in anticipation. “You're lucky that you're so pretty and I like you so much…” Your spine trembles in your skin when you feel the coarse skin of his thumb against your ultrasensitive folds. “Because I typically don't appreciate things so small ordering me around…” Your back arches when he finally sticks the hot tip of his tongue between your nether lips.
“Oh…” You feel your toes curl. “More, please, Paul, more.”
He is so enchanted by your sweet scent and addictive taste that he is ignorant to anything that isn't your body. “But you, my dear mouse, you're something else…” His strong hands take your ass in them and he firmly kneads the plump skin, talking pretty much over you with a lust-drunken madness. You mewl out a moan at the feeling and Paul growls at the sound you make, pulling you closer to his mouth as he presses an open kiss to your pussy. “Fuck,” he groans and licks his lips that glisten from your slick, his own tip leaking at the taste of you. “I've never tasted anything like you before and I sure as hell am never gonna get tired of it.”
“Paul!” you cry out when his tongue twirls against your entrance, his nose rubbing against your clit to caress it with the tip as he begins to eat you out.
His growl that vibrates your soaked folds to a buzzing life causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “Paul” you moan breathlessly, his name turning to a prayer as you tremble on the verge of releasing more slick.
“Gimme that sweet cum, baby, let me taste it” your lips part and you can't help but arch into his mouth with need. His hands are merciless, the one on your ass kneads it with rough gropes as the other massages the underside of your thighs in broad, determined strokes. You moan and writhe against him, your vision blurring at the hot waves that take over your body.
“I am gonna— oh, Paul!” He moans against you as you tremble and then release more even slick into his mouth. His tongue is in heaven as he greedily licks up all he can get.
“Fucking hell, baby” the grainy tip of his tongue pokes and prods at your entrance, working the little hole open. “I can't wait to stuff this pretty little pussy full of my pups.”
“Mmm, oh fuck, Paul, oh fuuuck” when he finally penetrates the tight barrier and his hot tongue invades your sensitive cavern, the burning knot between your hips gets tighter. Paul moans at the feeling of your delicate walls and though the vibrations of his doing so shakes you to your core, you cannot help but greedily wrap your legs around his head to both stay in place and withstand the pleasure.
“Oh, God, Paul, ’m so close!” Your voice is a breathless mewl and he growls at the vulnerable sound, his cock hurting from need. “Oh, fuck” you tremble so badly that you'd collapse into the ground if your knees weren't propped up by your mate's shoulders. “Oh fuck, oh fuck” Paul’s jaw flexes against your thighs when he begins to fuck you with his tongue, one hand fumbling for your cunt before he tickles the hood with his thumb. Your back arches and you clench your eyes shut, your chest heaving as you gasp out his name.
“Tsk, tsk, mouse” his hot breath fans your sensitive folds and you can't help but whimper at the feeling of his middle finger replacing his tongue. “You need to relax.” His hand that holds your ass pats your cheek in an endearing yet condescending way and your whole body tenses up at the touch even more. “I'm gonna take care of you, baby” you cannot help but rock your hips to his finger stretching your insides out against it. “You're mine and I'll never let you get hurt again, I promise” he croons before pressing a tender kiss to your clitorial nub. “You know that, right?” He kisses the slick covered inside of your thigh next to soothe your shaking body. “Tell me you know you're mine” his possessive words make the heat between your legs to go haywire.
“I am yours, Paul” you breathlessly promise him before letting out a moan when he tickles your folds with his tongue in a praising manner, satisfaction breaking out on his handsome face at your obedience.
“Good mouse” he begins to lap at your nub and your walls tense around his finger as a result, causing for your slick to slosh from the opening and down Paul's hand. “Shh, mouse, easy now” he cooes to get you to relax because of how tightly you are clenching yourself and it only gets worse when he adds a second finger. Your hips are so tight. You are on the edge. “You're gonna let me take care of this cute little pussy, aren't you?” You whimper at the feeling of being stuffed full and being licked at the same time.
“Y- Yes, Paul!” The air is heavy with the smell of slick and the sound of him slurping your juices up.
He adds a third finger and you nearly burst into tears from the pleasure. “Oh God, Paul, I am gonna cum!” Your entrance burns from the stretch and you moan from the bittersweet discomfort. “Please, lemme cum! Wanna cum so bad! Please, please!” Your submissive side comes out because of how overwhelmed you are and Paul can cum from the fragility of your voice right here.
“Hold it for me, mouse, good girl, c'mon” you sob at his cruel denial and he closes his lips around a mouthful of your folds, soundfully sucking at the clammy skin as he speeds his hand up to practically hammer your trembling pussy into an orgasm. Your toes curl and you throw your head back, fingers tugging at his hair as you tremble violently against him. Your back arches from how his free hand pinches and twists your nipples, softly landing occasional smacks to your boobs. “Good girl. I know you can take it” his hand then comes down to massage your ass cheek to make for a better stretch. “Relax, baby” you sob out his name and he smiles against your quivering core, his cheek gently caressing the inside of your thigh to get you to loosen up a little because you are clenching so hard.
“You're doing good, mouse. So good” his lips buzz against your clit. “Take it, baby, take it” your walls twitch against his coarse digits. “That's a good girl” he praises you while continuing to stuff your pussy with his fingers, the feeling of being filled up to the brim causing for you to shake and tremble violently. “That's my good girl” his tongue licks your clit as his fingers curve inside of you to search for your sensitive bundle of nerves that always makes you let out the sweetest of melodies.
“I'm gonna— I can't anymore, Paul!” Neon shapes cloud your vision when his fingers graze your sensitive spot and he growls at the feeling of your walls convulsing around his fingers.
“Yeah, baby. You can cum now” he finally relents and you cry out from the joy. “My little mouse, give me that sweet cum” his mouth never stops moving against you and you are so overcome with emotion that you are not sure if the tears that are streaming down your cheeks are due to pleasure or pain. “Gimme it, mouse. Gimme it” his tongue is like a beast that eats you up to satiate its starvation. You cry out his name from the pleasure.
“Paul! Paul, Paul— oh god!” The tongue is too much, though it gives you everything you could ask for at the moment, you need to escape. But when you try to pull away Paul catches your hips and holds you in place.
“Now, where do you think you're going, little mouse?” There is a beastliness to his voice.
“N- No, Paul! No more—” you don't get to finish your plea because his mouth clamps down on your sensitive flesh to suckle on it in big, eager kisses again and your heart threatens to burst through your chest.
“Oh fuck” the knot between your legs tightens so hard you cannot maintain it anymore. Vertigo breaks through your hearing. “Oh— Paul!” The orgasm takes over your whole body, your mind blurs from the burst of sensation that courses through your blood and everything turns into a euphoric mess. “O- Oh God…” You tremble from the aftershock and Paul groans when he feels you squirt. He releases your hips and you fall back onto the floor, your body too weak to withstand its own weight. “O- Oh fuck…” You're breathless and your body feels like jelly. “Paul, oh Paul…” Your fingers desperately try to reach for him like you're no older than a baby and you notice that he is stroking his hurting cock because of the need to bury his knot in you, a pained expression etched across his face. “P- Paul, I am ready” though you can barely speak, your body shakes from the need to be filled up by him.
“Mouse… are you sure?” Though his voice strains from the painful need, he prioritizes your comfort over his and your heart wells up.
“Y- Yes” you try to sit up. “Fill me up, please” he needs no more encouragement after that. With a low growl, he jumps onto you and you feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance in a heated caress that makes you whine, your body even forgetting to yelp from how he pounces on you.
“I'll never hurt you again, mouse” he whispers into your ear as he buries his nose into your hair, cock throbbing between your legs. You gasp when he enters you in a quick thrust that makes for all the air to bolt out of your lungs. “I promise.” You tremble in his hold and Paul groans at the feeling.
“I know” his mouth clamps down on the mating mark upon hearing your whisper and he slowly stretches your pussy to fit around his erection that even after all that fingering is still too big for your tiny cunt. The overstimulation causes for stars to form in your vision. His cock twitches inside you and he growls, the tip of his tongue tickling your nape in need.
“That's a good girl, baby” the hand that cups the side of your face tenderly strokes your cheek. “Relax for me” when your walls finally adjust to his log-like girth, Paul grins against the mating mark. “You're doing so good for me” the thrust of his hips causes for his cock to rub against your sensitive spot and your eyes roll to the back of your head with the feeling. “There's my good girl. You take my cock so well.” He releases his bite, hips pistoning up and down between your legs as he baby talks to you and strokes your hair to comfort you against the overstimulation that makes you whine.
“Paul!” You tremble as he fucks you in slow, long strokes and you cannot help but cry out his name in need.
“I'm here, baby. I got you” he murmurs into your hair and you moan at the baritone of his voice. “Take this cock, baby, you got it” he pants as his fat cock slides in and out of you. Then he suddenly grunts and readjusts you in his hold because the position is not comfortable enough for you and he can feel it. “God, you're so perfect.”
“I love you, Paul” you murmur into his ear, your hips lazily rolling against his as you hold him tight.
“I love you more” the latter part of his sentence turns into a growl due to his struggle with the positioning and he collects your limp form in his. “And I can do this better” though he roughly pushes your bodies off the floor to head for the bedroom, his fingers subconsciously caress your back in gentle strokes to make up for how your bare skin rubbed into the floor during the ordeal. You whine from how his heavy sack puts a strain on your entrance where your bodies connect as he does so. He cooes praise and reassurance in your ear as comfort, peppering your mouth with gentle kisses.
.
The next morning when he leaves for patrol in a black tank top and some shorts, there is a shy grin on his face as he looks back at the door one last time to wave you goodbye. You blush and return the gesture, biting your lip like it's the morning after your first time with each other.
“Geez, man, not the dreamy eyes!” A groan sounds from somewhere in the woods and you gasp before ducking behind the door. Chuckles and howls follow.
The jerk brigade has arrived.
“Someone get these two a room!” You recognize Jake's voice and shake your head as you peek outside from behind your shield. “Oh, wait, they did that already!” You cannot help but snort when you see that Paul has begun to jog in the direction of the voices. “In light of how the whole town learnt all the ways in which Paul's name can be moaned last night” uh, oh. That's not going to be good. Your lover is very private and sensitive about you as it is and when someone tries to pry or joke about matters of this sort he does not appreciate it. Especially if it's his hormonal friends that he knows too well. “Paul, Paul, oh, Paul!” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment and Paul snarls before he flings his shirt off and jumps into the air, transforming into his beastly form midway and disappearing into the woods to attack the offendor.
You see the great trees shake from the tussle that you can practically visualize behind them and the encouraging howls of Paul's pack mates further confirms it. They love to get a rise out of your easily excitable boyfriend and he loves to put them in their place, being the strongest after Sam. Their crossing of each other's boundaries for the sake of fun used to concern you in the beginning but Paul himself assured you that that was just how they played and it was not coming from a bad place.
So you wait for the ferocious crowd to move further away into the jungle that surrounds your house before you walk down to the dirt road to collect his clothing with a lighthearted shake of your head. A smile graces your lips as you do so and you cannot help but graze the now covered scars that your superhuman lover gave all his love to last night.
Though it will be a while before he does, you cannot wait for him to come back home to you.
. . .
I am sorry if it sucks omg I really hope you like it <3
seth imprints instantly the second you arrive in la push for the summer.
you’re standing on sam and emily’s porch, hugging emily tightly when seth pulls up with jacob. he’s laughing at something, casual and carefree, until he sees you.
the imprint hit him like a thunderclap in his ribs. not painful, just loud. like the world had been blurry and suddenly snapped into focus with one glance.
his wolf instincts were screaming “hers, hers, hers” while his human brain was trying to figure out how to breathe again.
you turn around, meet his gaze, and smile warmly like you’ve known him forever. “oh, hi! i’m y/n.”
warmth blooms in his chest like sunlight after a storm, and he can’t help the huge, dopey smile that spreads across his face. sam and emily immediately notice.
“oh no,” sam mutters under his breath.
jacob elbows seth, but he’s speechless. all he can say is, “hi…” like a boy falling in love for the first time.
but you’re so you. full of energy, sarcastic without being mean, and so easy to talk to that seth forgets to be shy. you two fall into step like you’ve been friends forever.
he laughs so much when he’s around you.
you’ll poke his sides, race him through the woods, pull him into the rain because you love storms, and he’s just enchanted.
you’re both radiant, kind-hearted, and endlessly warm like two beams of sunlight naturally gravitating toward each other.
because you totally match.
you both dance in the kitchen while making midnight snacks, make dumb inside jokes that no one else understands, and have matching mosquito bite scars from falling asleep in the woods once.
when you two are together, it’s like watching golden retrievers fall in love. laughing at everything, brushing against each other without realizing it, always in sync.
the pack calls it “puppy love” behind your back because honestly, no one has ever made seth light up the way you do.
seth will literally beam when you walk into a room. tail-wagging-energy levels of happy. you’ll just smile at him and say, “what?” and he shrugs like, “nothing. just… i’m happy you’re here.”
you steal his hoodies even though you have your own. he never asks for them back. he just watches you wear them with hearts in his eyes.
sam is so conflicted. he trusts seth with his life but you’re his niece. you’re his sunshine.
he’s a protective older brother figure and it shows.
“no funny business, clearwater.”
“sam, he’s literally just passing me the ketchup.”
he insists on calling seth by his last name now just to intimidate him. and eventually installs extra lighting on your porch after your first date night.
seth: “is that a security camera?”
sam: “is that a hand on her waist?”
seth immediately steps back.
but deep down, sam sees the way seth treats you. with patience, gentleness, and awe. and that’s what really matters.
eventually, he tells seth, “you’re a good kid, seth. if it had to be anyone… i’m glad it’s you.”
seth gets choked up. “thank you, sir,” he whispers.
seth can’t stop staring at you when you’re focused on something. reading a book, drawing, talking animatedly with someone.
it’s not even subtle. he just goes into heart-eyes mode and zones out.
“seth. dude. blinking is free,” embry teases. “shut up, i’m admiring my future wife,” seth says, dead serious.
seth never stops being gentle with you.
whenever you’re having a bad day, he’ll phase and just let you cuddle against his massive wolf form like a pillow. warm, fuzzy, protective. your personal emotional support werewolf.
you wear seth’s wolf pendant because he told you it brings him luck. he didn’t expect you to never take it off and it makes him so happy.
seth constantly brings you little gifts from patrols. flowers, cool rocks, sometimes feathers, and says things like, “this reminded me of you.”
the pack teases him relentlessly. “our little golden boy’s in love.” seth just grins. “yeah. i am.”
you both volunteer at the community center. you’re terrible at organizing papers, but seth lets you be in charge anyway, just to watch your excited rambling.
long walks on the beach holding pinky fingers, running races through the forest, sharing apple slices. just soft. everything about you two is soft.
you’re the only one allowed to ruffle his hair. anyone else tries? he ducks or growls. you? you tug his curls and laugh and he just melts.
he’s not usually the possessive type, but he gets so protective when other guys flirt with you. not in a toxic way, more like a confused puppy watching a stranger try to take his favorite toy.
something primal kicks in. he doesn’t growl but he steps in with a hand on your lower back and a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and say, “she’s kinda taken, actually.”
you: “kinda?”
seth panics, “i mean completely! totally. you’re mine. wait— not mine like mine, just… you know. we are… you know.”
seth imprinted on you weeks ago but he hasn’t rushed anything. he’s been patient, gentle, respectful. he wants you to fall in love with him on your own, imprint or not. but oh boy… he’s so clearly in love.
constant smiles when you talk. nervous hand touches. blushing whenever you lean in close. he wants to kiss you, he’s just waiting for the perfect moment.
you’re not oblivious to the tension, either. the warmth in his gaze, the way he lingers just a second longer when he hugs you… your heart flutters more every time.
and lately, you’ve started wondering, why hasn’t he kissed me yet?
it’s autumn. seth plans a casual date to take you hiking to a pretty overlook just before sunset. “i found this spot last week, i think you’d like it” he says shyly, cheeks pink.
it’s quiet. peaceful. extremely beautiful. and just a little wild around the edges. just like you.
he carries your backpack the whole time. keeps glancing at you when he thinks you’re not looking. holds out his hand to help you over logs or steep parts of the trail and doesn’t let go after.
when you finally get to the overlook, the sky is all painted in amber and lilac. the wind is soft. the view is unreal, but all seth can look at is you.
you sit beside him on a mossy rock, your knees barely touching, and you’re both quiet. not awkward, just so full of blooming feelings.
“you always get quiet when you’re happy,” you tease.
he grins and looks down, a little nervous. “just don’t wanna ruin it. this— this moment. you… us.”
you turn to look at him and realize, he’s already staring at you. like you hung the sun. like he’s aching to kiss you, but too afraid to mess it up.
“seth…” you whisper.
he leans in a little, eyes flicking to your lips. “can i—?”
you nod.
it’s so gentle at first. he kisses you like he’s afraid you might break. like he’s memorizing the feeling. one hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing your skin.
he pulls back barely an inch, breathless. “wow,” he whispers, eyes closed in awe. “thank god.”
you giggle, heart racing. “that was overdue.”
“can i do it again?” he asks, already leaning in and grinning this time.
the second kiss is warmer, sweeter, more sure. he pulls you closer, arms wrapped around your waist now, and you can feel him smiling against your lips.
you rest your forehead against his, laughing quietly. he’s glowing. like actual sunshine in human form.
“so… does this make it official?” you ask softly, love-shining eyes looking up at him.
he just beams and kisses your nose. “i’m yours. always was.”
on the way back down the trail, he holds your hand the entire time. every few steps, he tugs you close for another quick kiss. “sorry. i’m gonna be annoying now. can’t help it.”
later, he walks you to your door, kisses your hand, and says with puppy eyes, “text me when you’re in bed, okay? i wanna wish you good night before sleeping, is that okay?” you just melt.
he now greets you with that huge, boyish grin and a “hi, baby!” every single time, even if he just saw you five minutes ago.
he’s always touching you in soft, casual ways. looping his arm around your shoulders, playing with your fingers, resting his head on your shoulder like a sleepy pup.
when you laugh, he lights up like a christmas tree.
he picks you flowers. all the time. you mention liking daisies once, and suddenly he’s handing you a tiny bouquet every few days like it’s a reflex.
“for you,” he says, all shy smile and pink cheeks, like it isn’t the hundredth time.
he lives for physical affection. cuddling? yes. hand-holding? yes. falling asleep with your head on his chest while he plays with your hair? double yes.
he does that thing where he nuzzles into your neck and sighs, like he’s finally at peace. “you smell so good.”
he wakes you up with kisses. gentle ones. all over your face. cheek, nose, forehead, lips. “rise and shine, angel,” he whispers with a grin, still in that soft morning voice that makes you melt.
seth loves slow dancing with you for no reason. even if there’s no music. just pulls you into his arms in the middle of the kitchen.
absolutely the kind of boyfriend to pick you up and spin you around when he’s excited.
he doesn’t just say “i love you”, he shows it in a million tiny ways. carrying your bag, brushing snow out of your hair, letting you steal fries without a single complaint.
he’ll walk on the side of the sidewalk closer to traffic without saying a word. always opens doors for you. always checks in.
sees you shiver once and immediately takes off his jacket, puts it on you, and then grins like he just fixed world hunger.
he tucks your hair behind your ear mid-conversation. you’re talking about something random, and he’s just gazing at you with so much love in his eyes, brushing your hair back like you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever touched.
if anyone makes you uncomfortable, his whole posture shifts. he’s still smiling but it’s tight. he’ll wrap an arm around you like, “you good, baby?” and you know he’s watching.
sends you the most unhinged texts just to make you laugh. memes. selfies with ridiculous captions. “rate my hair. be honest. 1-10. i’ll cry if it’s below 9.”
he falls asleep holding your hand, even when you’re just watching a movie. it’s instinct. his hand finds yours like it’s magnetic.
makes you friendship bracelets. wears the one you gave him until it falls apart, then ties it back together with a string from your hoodie.
gets pouty if you don’t kiss him goodbye. “wait—baby, you forgot something,” he says, pointing to his cheek. “i will collapse if you leave me like this.”
you once kissed the corner of his mouth instead of the center. he blushed so hard. “you missed,” he whispered, already leaning in for another. “here, let me help you.”
when you say “i love you” he goes still. his eyes get wide. and then he just beams. blinding, disbelieving joy.
“you mean it?” he whispers, hands gently cupping your face.
and when you nod, he kisses you like it’s the first time. gentle, reverent. sacred.
“i love you so much, it makes my heart hurt a little.”
sometimes, he’ll whisper “mine” into your hair when he hugs you. not possessive, just awestruck. like he still can’t believe the universe gave him you.
i've said it before but it will forever and always make me insane that jacob's ending is to join the cullens for the sake of bella not having to give anything up. they find out jake will be immortal & tied to renesmee forever, so bella gets to smile & say "my family is finally complete! ^-^" but jake already HAS a family. he has a father and 2 sisters. quil, embry, seth and sam are like his brothers. jacob and leah were planning to run away together. he's always been welcome in emily's home, sue has been a family friend since before his birth. bella abandons her mortality by choice because she feels no connection to the people around her, but jacob has really strong bonds. it's clear that every character we meet in la push is like family to him, he's an active member of the community. jake would've graduated high school and been a mechanic, would've grown into a young man. a good friend, a fun uncle, a present son. he's set up to have such a rich life. and he's just magically compelled to give that up. beyond his control, he loses sight of everything, because his high school crush's baby is now the singular most important thing to him. he's perpetually 18 with his perpetually 18 year old girlfriend, running around vancouver or alaska or wherever with the girl who friendzoned him at 16 & her in-laws (who were antagonistic to him for months). and i'm just supposed to say omg yay now he doesn't have to let go of bella! everyone is happy! it's complete madness
Summary: You’ve grown up your whole life being Seth Clearwaters best friend, but what happens when he changes, and you’re now torn between worlds and wolves
Pairing: Seth Clearwater x f!reader
Includes: Fluff, angst, suggestive
•Masterlist•
My story isn’t like many, I’m Billy blacks daughter…..well I’m his adopted daughter but her never treated me as such, he always made me feel just like any of his other children, maybe even had a bit of a soft spot for me, Jacob was practically the best brother ever to me, we are the same age so he always took me around to hang out with his friends, whether it be just hanging out or at bonfires
That’s how I met Seth when we were little, it was a big rez bonfire and Billy and sue were chatting and Seth was peeking out from behind her legs and I was peeking behind Billy’s wheelchair, I giggled when our eyes met and the rest of the night we ran around playing together
Ever since then we’ve been inseparable, everyone accepted me as part of the family, it all started when Billy and Charlie were watching a game and having a barbecue
It was a fall evening and while they were inside munching on ribs and preoccupied by the game, a rapid knock came from the door of the Balcks house
Billy went to open the door thinking it could be anyone just to stop by to join them but instead he’s meet with a woven basket at the doorstep with a little baby girl swaddled in a white blanket, her soft babbling immediately clenched at Billy’s heart and he knew he would be the one to raise her as his own
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That brings me to now, me and Jake had our friend group and Bella Swan moved back so he was head over heels to make an excuse to see her whenever he could
Tonight we were having a big supper out at the Clearwaters and I was beyond excited, I never knew if it was because I was thrilled to be with my best friend or that maybe there was another underlining reason why only Seth could make my heart feel so calm yet excited at the same time
I brush it to the side as I pull on my camo hoodie and a pair of black leggings, I hear Jake honk the horn of the truck wanting me to hurry up, I quickly spray the vanilla perfume that Seth had gotten me for my birthday, pulling on my dark brown uggs and running out of the house to my awaiting father and brother
“Well don’t you look awfully pretty for just a tribe supper” dad said nudging my arm
“What? No i….i just wanted to look nice is all” I said as Jake pulled out of the drive way and we made our way to the Clearwaters
Some kind of ghost by black rebel motorcycle club played gently over the radio as we fell into a comfortable silence
Pulling up to Seth’s the place was already humming with joy and a semblance of family, hopping out I jog over to Seth where he’s sat on a log around the fire
I hold my hands over his eyes from behind and I notice Leah smirking from across the fire where she’s sat with Sue and Harry
“Guess whooooo?”
“Hmmm I’m smelling vanilla so it must be my pretty best friend” I giggle as my heart leapt and I sat next to him and hes quick to pick me up and sit me in his lap
He’s had a major growth spurt recently, making him a bit more muscular and a lot taller, but I’m not complaining because now I could perfectly curl up against his chest as we watched the fire together
“I missed you” he sighs as he runs his warm hand up and down my arm
“Awe you’re so cute Seth” Embry teases as he sits next to us with a burger in his hand
“Shut it Embry, let them live in their little bubble” Leah says and Harry and Sue chuckle, I look up at Seth and he’s a blushing mess, sure he was my best friend and this big buff guy but he was always so easy to fluster
“Come on I’m hungry, let’s get some food and away from these jackals” he takes my hand and we walk over to the tables covered in varying food but as we moved around the table picking up food I could still feel his warmth enveloping me and it felt like home
But that’s how best friends feel…..right?
•
“You’ve been awfully quiet after Embry teased us” Seth says as the party was dying down more as more of the older people start to leave one by one
“Just….im just tired” I make an excuse because I can’t make sense of these feelings and thoughts I feel towards him, he’s my best friend but every time I see him this feeling in my chest just gets stronger and stronger
“You can stay with me tonight! We can have a sleepover” he perks up at the thought, we’ve had millions of sleepovers and he was always thrilled every chance he got to have me stay the night
“Yeah I’d like that” he takes my hand and we walk over to where our parents are sat chatting
“Dad I’m gonna stay with Seth tonight if that’s okay” all three of them give eachother knowing looks
“Yeah that’s fine, but no funny business young lady” he says and I almost burst from the seams
“Dad! Oh my god” I cover my face as they laugh and I feel Seth’s hand squeeze mine
“Come on bunny” he didn’t use the nickname much but when he did it always settled me, he first called me bunny when we were kids, playing out in the mud and a white bunny came running past us, he said it looked like me and from then that was my nickname
He led me inside and straight to his room, it wasn’t huge but it was so cozy, his plaid brown comforter, the walls a light brown, a book case cover in random books and decor like dreamcatchers and figurines of wolves, they were always his favorite, he turns on the lamp that excludes a warm hue across the room as I sit on the bed
He rummages through his drawers and pulls out a grey t shirt for me and a pair of plaid pj shorts I always left here for nights like this
“Here you go, I’ll let you change in here” as he turns to leave I grab his arm and my knees go weak as I feel his muscles flex
“Wait…..we’ve been friends forever….you can stay” for a split second I saw a twinkle in his eye and I had to keep from giggling like a little girl
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Yes Seth you can stay” he awkwardly moves to sit on the bed trying to look anywhere but me as I pulled off my hoodie then my leggings but I could feel his eyes practically burning through me and I can’t help but smile
I put on the pjs and crawl onto the bed and he’s as red as a tomato
“See not a big deal” I say running my hand down his back and he jumps up from the bed
“My turn I guess” he says giddy, he pulls his jacket off, followed by his shirt and he looks like he’s been sculpted by the gods
“You’re starring”
“What? I can’t appreciate my best friend?” I joke and he continues to unbuckle his belt letting his jeans hit the floor, he pulls on sweatpants and crawls under the covers next to me
Now laying face to face as we just look at eachother, I run my hand through his hair playing with the ends
“Can I ask you something?” I ask feeling my heart speed up
“Of course”
“Is this how best friends are suppose to feel and act with eachother?” I practically whisper out as I continue to curl his long black hair around my fingers
“I don’t know……you’re the only girl best friend I’ve ever had” his hand came up to my hip gently stroking his thumb up and down
“The others seem to know something we don’t, with all the jokes they make” his brown eyes soften and I could melt
“Maybe they’re just jealous of how close we are and the bond we have” he adds, the urge in me grows strong to get closer but the door swings open and we jump apart, sitting up seeing Leah and Jake standing there
“Sorry to interrupt but Jake wanted to say bye” Leah smirks, she was always like an older sister to me
“Uhhh yeah dad and I are heading out now, night sis” Jake says awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck
“Umm okay, drive safe, night Jake” I felt like we just got caught but we weren’t even doing anything
“Night guys” Leah smiles as she closes the door and we both let out a sigh and lay back down, I turn my back to him and he pulls me to his chest wrapping his arm around me
“Goodnight bunny” he whispers into my hair
“Night Seth” I felt content in his arms like I was always meant to be here
•
It’s been a week since what almost happened between Seth and I, I didn’t really think it was that big of a deal, I mean we’ve been through everything together but slowly he’s barely been responding to my texts and when I call the house they’ve been saying he’s under the weather and that k shouldn’t stop by
And I can’t help but think…..did I make him uncomfortable, did I ruin everything we had, did I lose my best friend
After another unanswered call I hang up the phone on the wall and sigh
“Everything okay honey?” Dad asks as he rolls into the kitchen
“I don’t know, I think I ruined everything”
“What happened?”
“I……me and Seth had a moment I guess, I thought everything was fine but he’s been cutting me out, even Sue and Harry have been saying I shouldn’t come by, I can’t be without him dad he’s my…..he’s my best friend” I hang my head feeling torn, I didn’t wanna disrespect their wishes to leave it alone, or to see for myself what was going on with the one person I really needed
“Look im sure he’s is just sick, that boy would never mean to hurt you, he looks at you like you hung the moon”
“No he doesn’t, you’re just saying that so I don’t go over there”
“I’m serious, just give it some time kid I’m sure you’ll both be back to sleepovers and walks on the beach in no time” he pats my arm as he leaves back to the game with Charlie
I tried to brush it off but I had a nagging feeling in the back of my head that I need to go there, I can’t even talk to Jake about this, I don’t know what’s gone on with him either, he’s cut his hair and got a tattoo and barely talks to me
I grab my jacket and head out, I took the truck and drove down to the Clearwaters, I never felt nervous pulling up to their place but now I didn’t know what was awaiting me, if I’d even be welcomed
I wring my hands as I walk up to the front door and knock, my heart thrumming as I hear footsteps and the door opens, it’s Sue and her smile fades when she sees it’s me
“Y/n what’re you doing here, we told you he’s sick and we don’t want you catching it”
“I…..did I do something wrong? He’s been sick before and I’ve always come to see him” her eyes soften and she sighs
“No sweetheart it’s just really complicated and we wanted to keep you safe”
“Safe from what, first Jake does a complete 180 and now my best friend won’t talk to me and it’s killing me, I need him Sue” I know I sounded completely desperate but this hole in my chest could only ever be filled by Seth
“I’m sorry sweetie, it’s just not a good time”
“But I…..” she closes the door before I can even say another word and that tight feeling in my chest worsens, I hang my head in defeat as I walk back to the truck and drive down to La Push beach, hoping it’ll help clear my head and ease the darkness on my heart
The weather is cloudy as usual, on days that would rain Seth would always come get me and we’d play around the beach, writing in the sand, him chasing after me, sometimes even sitting in the tree line when the rain would get heavy and just lean against each other waiting it out
I walk along the sand huffing when I sit against a piece of drift wood, I didn’t have many bad memories of this beach because I always had my friends, I had Seth, but now I’m alone, all my friends have dissapeared, my brothers always gone, the elders are obviously keeping something from me
Maybe they were finally realizing that I didn’t fit in, that Billy shouldn’t have taken me in
While I’m deep in my self deprecating thoughts I hear cheerful screams coming from the cliffs, I look up and see people jumping off, they’re moving so fast I can barely make them out but guessing from the size of the group it’s all my “friends”
Wanting to just talk to them, to just see them I decide to hike up there, it’s a steep walk but I’m determined to get to the bottom of this, if my thoughts were true
I finally manage to get over the hardest part and back onto flat ground, weaving my way around pine trees I hear faint hushed voices, frantic even
I get closer and closer expecting to see the group there but when I move around the last tree to the edge of the cliff it’s desolate, not a single soul and I feel my heart drop, they left, they saw me coming and purposefully left
I walk quickly to the edge of the cliff thinking maybe they went to the lower ledge but there’s nobody there either
I fall to my knees and just let the emotions and despair wash over me, why were they treating me like this
“What did I do wrong” I cry as the tears continue to stream down my cold face, the world feels like it’s turning on me and I can’t handle it, I fall to the ground in a crumpled heap, curling my legs up to my chest
I felt so cold inside, like something was being torn out of me, I’ve lost friends in the past, from just drifting apart but it never felt like this, god why does it hurt so much
My tears lull me to sleep and I can’t even bring myself to care that I’m in the forest, maybe it’ll take all my pain away one way or another
•
Billy is at the door of the little red house watching for his daughter to come back, he knows where his son is but y/n has been gone all day, it’s the middle of the night now and still no call, nothing
Jake emerges from the trees and walks towards the house exhausted from the day of patrol
“Thank god you’re back” Billy sighs alerting Jake
“Yeah, is everything alright?”
“Have you seen your sister?” The memory of having to run away before she saw they at the cliffs plays over in his mind and it kills him a bit to have to do that to her, he knew how much she was struggling with losing everyone to the pack, but he literally couldn’t tell her
“Last time I saw her was probably noon out at the cliff”
“She hasn’t been home all day, she won’t respond to my calls, I’m worried Jake, she’s never done this before”
“It’ll be okay dad, I’ll get the pack and we’ll look for her”
“Please bring her home”
Jake shifts and howls out as he runs back into the dense forest as the moon shines high above
“Jake what’s going on?” He hears Sam in his head
“Y/ns missing, we need to find her”
“Everyone spread out and look, she could be anywhere” Sam orders and there’s a silent agreement through the one stream of consciousness
•
Seth’s pov
Something in my chest was guiding me, leading me through the trees and bushes and it felt right to follow it, bringing me right back to the cliffs where we had to leave her
God I missed her so much, having to lie to her was torture, and especially after the moment we had I knew she was thinking this was all her fault, I know how she thinks but with Sam’s gag order I had no choice, and I’d do anything to protect her
I catch her sent on the breeze and it’s even stronger as a wolf, her warm vanilla and pine made me shudder in delight
But when I got to her she was curled up on the cold hard ground, with tear streaks down her pretty cheeks
“I found her” I say to the others and they all come running from all corners of the forest, giving me time to just admire her
I huff nudging her with my nose, not being able to contain the painful whine that left me, so looked so lost and broken and in the cause
I lay down circling my body completely around her easily, to keep her warm, I breath in her scent as I nuzzle my snout against her neck hoping she’ll wake up, that the elements haven’t gotten to her
The others get here and I can’t find it in me to leave her or let the others touch her as they’ve all shifted back to humans
“Seth we need to get her home she’s freezing” Leah said hoping to convince me, I whine again but let Jake pick her up, we all follow him back to the Blacks house to make sure everything is okay
Sam looks at me, seeing how painful this is for me
“Do you think you have enough control?” He asks and my heart leaps
“Yes Sam, please I need to be with her” he nods his head and I’m running to the house so fast I thought I might fall, I barge in not caring to knock
“Seth……it’s good you’re here boy, she’s been needing you” Billy says as the three of us watch over her, laid on the couch covered in blankets infront of the fire place
