⋆·˚ ༘ * 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.
