#seth clearwater x reader

[lillyrob]

How I feel asking for a Pt 2 😔

[seqretheart]

Physical touch - Jacob black x gn!reader drabble

A/N: Didn’t feel like doing a whole fic today so while we wait for the poll results have this ^^ in a very twilight mood rn & wishing for autumn

Jacob’s touchy. Too touchy sometimes. He can’t be within two feet of you without curling a possessive arm around your waist, a bicep across your shoulder, a large hand ruffling your hair. PDA doesn’t exist to this man, he’ll sneak up behind you and fold you into his huge body in the middle of a shopping centre if he feels like it, which is all the time.

Being with Jacob means you’ve learnt to just accept that part of him, he has his reasons and in all reality you don’t particularly mind anyway. He’s like your own personal heater, radiating waves of warmth, blooming like rays of sun wherever he makes contact. He enjoys the closeness, the subtle intimacy of feeling your soft skin on his own, calloused hands tracing the contours of your body like he’s memorising every inch of your skin, every mark, every blemish.

It’s bad in the summer, where the heat is crawling under your skin, eveything hot and sticky and uncomfortable. He still clings to you like he never wants to let go, heavy arms slung around your waste in bed even though your drenched in sweat from the heat outside and his own. He groans and grumbles something incoherent as you complain and try to push away from him, drawing you back against him effortlessly.

The pack members tease him relentlessly, obviously, his thoughts are 90% you and they have to hear all of it. They’ll tease you too, though not as much as Jacob looms behind you, arms firmly around your waist or shoulders, glaring them down like they’ve started the next world war by coming a bit too close to insulting you. Ever the protective saviour, touching you becomes just another way to keep you safe and content.

You could probably give up on coats in the winter at this point, Jacob radiates pure heat for miles and he’s hardly too far from you. Always grabbing onto you ‘in case you get frostbite’ he insists, though you’re confident he’s just too embarrassed to admit he enjoys having you close. His warmth permeates the frosty air, travelling through your body like waves of heated comfort, fighting off the cold that bites into your nerves. His arms rub up and down your arms like you need the added friction, before they settle around you and his head lands on top of yours with a chaste kiss.

He acts like your own personal weighted blanket, despite the fact if he put his full weight on you, you’d probably be crushed under him. It’s comforting, having his weight on you, especially when you sleep, assuring he’s there, folding you into his arms like second nature, like you were made to fit in his embrace. You argue his touchiness continues into his wolf form, the huge creature never too far unless he’s on a hunt or some activity with the pack, if he’s in the vicinity but phased, you’ll find a needy wolf trailing you like an obedient dog.

A/N: this is kinda ass I’m sorry 💔

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[cbinotes]

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.

︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶

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.

︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶

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.

︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶

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.

︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶

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.

︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶

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.

︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶

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.

︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶

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.

[forkshighschooler]

Can the trend where the girlfriend grabs their lover's phone while they are eating, making their lover was grabbing their food with the pack.

I Was Grabbing Your Phone, Not Your Food!

Pairings:Twilight Wolf Pack x Female!Reader (Featuring: Paul Lahote, Embry Call, Jacob Black, Jared Cameron, Quil Ateara, Sam Uley, Seth Clearwater, and Leah Clearwater x GN!Partner)

Summary:You’re just trying to grab your boyfriend’s (or girlfriend’s) phone during a meal… but the Twilight wolf pack members instantly assume you’re after their food. Chaos, dramatic overreactions, and a lot of laughter follow in this playful trend-based scenario.

Warning:Pure fluff and humor! Mild language, possessive food behavior, and dramatic wolf-sized appetites ahead.

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🐺 Paul Lahote

Paul’s mid-growl, hunched over his plate like he’s defending treasure. You reach across the table toward him—

His fork freezes. “Back up, baby.”

You blink. “What?”

“I love you, but if you touch this steak again—”

“I was grabbing your phone.”

He stares. Then clears his throat, all sheepish.

“…You can have the phone. Just not the steak. Never the steak.”

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🐺 Embry Call

Embry’s got three tacos stacked in front of him. You casually reach across the table.

He gasps dramatically, snatching his plate and scooting back like you just declared war.

“NOT THE CRUNCHY ONE, THAT ONE’S MINE!”

You hold up his phone, confused. “I wasn’t even touching your food?”

“…Oh.”

He leans forward slowly. “I panicked. It’s muscle memory. You’ve stolen my fries too many times.”

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🐺 Jacob Black

Jacob’s halfway into devouring a giant sandwich. You reach near his tray—

He grabs your wrist with lightning speed, eyes wide. “Don’t do this. Not like this.”

You burst out laughing. “I was just grabbing your phone!”

He lets go immediately and grins. “Oh, my bad. Reflexes. Sandwiches are sacred.”

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🐺 Jared Cameron

You lean over the table, arm out.

Jared immediately turns his whole body to shield his plate.

“Babe. Babe. BABE. Please. Don’t do this in public.”

You blink at him. “It’s your phone I’m grabbing.”

He pauses.

“Oh. Then carry on. I thought you were about to start a war for the last mozzarella stick.”

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🐺 Quil Ateara

You reach for his side of the table. Quil yells, “I SEE YOU!” and tries to block you with a napkin like it’s a shield.

“YOU ALREADY TOOK TWO FRIES, THAT’S ENOUGH.”

You hold up the phone with a confused look. “Quil… I wasn’t stealing food this time.”

He lowers the napkin slowly.

“Oh. Then my bad. Proceed, my queen.”

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🐺 Sam Uley

You reach across the table and Sam raises a calm eyebrow but subtly pulls his plate closer.

“You sure you want to do this while I’m eating?”

You roll your eyes. “Relax, it’s your phone.”

“Oh.”

He slides it over instantly. “Thought we were about to relive last week’s muffin incident.”

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🐺 Seth Clearwater

You reach toward him, and sweet Seth instantly looks hurt.

“Wait—you want my garlic bread?”

You hold up his phone with a confused laugh. “No? Just this.”

His whole body relaxes in relief.

“Oh thank God, I thought I was about to cry.”

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🐺 Leah Clearwater

Leah is absolutely focused, tearing into her burger like it’s her sworn enemy. You casually reach toward her phone sitting next to her plate.

Before you can even touch it, she slaps your hand away—fast.

“Try me,” she warns, not even looking up. “Touch my fries and we’re done.”

You blink. “I was grabbing your phone, not your food!”

She finally looks up, pauses, then shrugs.

“Oh. Okay. My bad.”

…Then pulls the fries closer anyway.

“Still. Hands off just in case.”

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.

[sethsclearwater]

˗ˏˋ kinktober masterlist ˎˊ˗

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

[shelbybyr]

When your favorite fanfic writer deletes their work

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * SETH CLEARWATER HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 you’re his imprint and sam uley’s niece

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.

[lunajay33]

Imprint

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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

•

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

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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

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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

“I’ve needed her too”

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Part 2

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