Recently I’ve been working on drawing as many different clone helmets as I can think of, and this is the result! I’ve actually drawn quite a few more clones than these, chances are if you don’t see your favourite copy paste man here I have already drawn him I just had to limit the number to 50 as these are going to be stickers available via gacha at a couple upcoming cons :)
Tumblr is going to break if I try to tag this with every character shown, so I’m just going to use the popular tags (Rex, Cody, etc) and hope it gets to the right people
-being the kind of couple that is always together, one never seen without the other; you've been caught making out in the most random of places, but mostly your bedrooms or the forest; taking daily walks and jogs where he slows himself down to match your pace, it always ends in you racing each other, sometimes he lets you win
-cuddling during your frequent sleepovers at his place, his dad and the other adults find it endearing when they see it but the younger ones in the pack will tease jacob relentlessly, until he reminds them that he's found his mate and they haven't
-speaking of the pack, they get dizzy with how much he's able to think about you and your relationship all day; jacob's thoughts are constantly bouncing off his brain and it never seems like he can finish a full coherent thought; his mind will go from "they looked so pretty and kissable when i left this morning, i can't wait to go back to them later" to "i wonder what they're dreaming about, probably me," he annoys the pack with his thoughts unintentionally at first but then it's all on purpose
-if you run cold or your body just has a difficult time retaining heat you won't have to worry about it when jacob's around, he's your own personal space heater or heated weighted blanket; sort of a light sleeper, won't budge if you move throughout the night but if you get out of his arms he wakes up a bit frantic at times
-when he's in his wolf form he turns into a giant playful puppy, at first he doesn't get too close in fear of scaring you or having you not want to be with him anymore but when he sees you in awe he has to fight the urge not to tackle you and lick your face; loves ear scratches, belly rubs, and especially when you play with his hair; you secretly play fetch with him as a wolf and he hates how much he loves it, he refuses to call it fetch though (don't tell anyone in the pack or he'll die of embarrassment)
-says he's not whipped and before you ever met he said he would never be like that, but jacob will turn into putty in your hands and you'll walk him like a dog (quite literally lol)
Dominate Paul lahote seducing his fem inexperienced imprint into having sx with him like teasing her,touching her in bed
gotcha hope you enjoy :)
quit fighting me - paul lahote x reader
You always forgot how big Paul’s couch felt until you were curled in the corner of it, your knees to the side as you were comfortable, the glow of your favorite movie washing over the room. The soundtrack hummed softly under the low rumble of Paul’s breathing beside you.
His arm was stretched behind you along the cushions. He wasn’t even touching you but somehow you still felt him. His energy per se.
He’d been behaving all night. Almost suspiciously well. You caught him glancing at you during all your favorite scenes, with that look he always got when he thought you weren’t paying attention, warm, intense, like he wanted to memorize the way you smiled.
And maybe that should have relaxed you.
But instead, it made the air feel thick. Charged. Like one wrong move and you’d be wrapped up in him with no escape.
So when the credits started rolling and Paul shifted closer, you tucked your blanket tighter around yourself as if it might protect you from whatever expression he was wearing.
Paul leaned forward, elbows on his knees, studying you like he always did when he was deciding how gentle to be.
You push the blanket to the side, your face heated as your tennis skirt was hitched, you quickly adjust it before standing.
He was still seated. His gaze was still seated at you. The same gaze when he first saw you on sight when you came out of your house when he picked you up.
You yawn, dramatically a bit but the yawn was real.
“Someone’s tired.”
“Yeah. When I get home, I’m getting straight in the bed.” you say.
“You can crash with me.” he says with a small shrug.
“I can’t.” you whisper.
“Why?” he asked, seeing right through your lie.
“I…I have to..”
He patiently waited while you tried your very best to come up with a plausible excuse.
“Exactly.” he chuckled under his breath and stood, towering over you, causing you to look down at his living room rug.
He brushed his body against yours, causing your sock covered feet to shuffle towards where he wanted you to go.
“You really want me to stay the night?” you ask nervously as you were at the doorway of his room.
“Yeah. I really want you to stay the night.” he says.
You peak up at him. His gaze was dark, full of intensity that spiked your nerves.
“I-I don’t have anything to wear.” you whispered.
“I have a shirt for you. Come on.” he encouraged you to move past the doorway.
Entering his familiar room, you slowly and timidly sit down on his soft bed.
He gives you a look as if he’s trying to memorize the scenery of you on his bed before he turned his back and opened his closet door. He reached up and grabbed a shirt.
He tossed it and you reached and caught it with a perfect catch.
You held it up as it was an old shirt he didn’t care about, the letters slightly worn from the many times it spun in the washer.
With shaky legs, you stand and go to the bathroom. In the mirror, you try not to hyperventilate because it’s the first time you’re staying at his house through the night.
You shyly come back in his room, setting your clothes in his chair, avoiding eye contact since he was already in bed, no shirt. Waiting for you.
Sliding into bed when he peeled the covers back, he brought your body over closer to him.
You swallowed, already obeying without thinking. His chest pressed to your back, heat rolling off him like a second heartbeat. You felt small against him, fragile almost.
You clenched your eyes shut, feigning sleep, your heart hammering against your ribs as you heard him flick the lamp off at his side.
It was quiet until his fingers traced your waist, dragging teasingly upward, over your shirt. Purposefully slow. Purposefully maddening.
“Paul…” you whispered, already embarrassed by how breathy you sounded.
His hand splayed across your stomach, his palm hot even through the fabric. He held you there, not moving, just letting you feel the weight and heat of him. Your skin prickled, a flush spreading out from his touch. You were trembling, a fine, uncontrollable shiver that started deep in your core. He always made you feel like that no matter what he did.
His hand slides down the side of your neck, his thumb stroking your jawline with a possessiveness that makes you shiver, he turns your head over, telling you to turn over to face him. You couldn’t see in the dark, but he could see very well.
His mouth finds the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder. It’s not a kiss, but a slow, open mouthed exploration, his breath hot and damp against you. A low groan rumbles in his chest, vibrating through you, and you melt into the mattress. His hand follows the path of his mouth, sliding down your body, over the cotton of the nightshirt, until his palm rests, heavy and warm, on your lower stomach.
His fingers dip lower, past the hem of the shirt, and his touch is shockingly intimate through the thin lace of your panties. You gasp, your hips lifting of their own accord, seeking more of that delicious pressure but you push it hand away. He leaves it where you pushed it away.
His mouth crashed down on yours, not with gentle inquiry but with raw, hungry possession. It wasn’t a kiss, it was a claiming. His lips were firm, demanding, and you opened for him without a second thought, a moan escaping you as his tongue swept into your mouth. He tasted of something wild, something fundamentally Paul. One of his hands tilt your head back to deepen the kiss, while the other slid from your stomach to your hip, his grip firm, anchoring you.
When he finally broke the kiss, you were panting, your lips swollen and sensitive.
His hand on your hip moved, his fingers slipping under the hem of the nightshirt. They traced a burning path up the outside of your bare thigh, so achingly slow. You tensed, a bolt of nervous anticipation shooting through you.
His fingers continued their ascent, skating over the curve of your hip, and then, with an agonizing lack of hurry, he boldly cupped you through your panties. You cried out timidly, arching off the bed, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. The thin lace was soaked, a fact his knowing chuckle acknowledged.
He pressed the heel of his hand against you, applying a firm, steady pressure that made you whimper in the dark.
His fingers gently explore the shape of you through the damp fabric. Every tiny shift of his hand sends another jolt of pure need straight to your core, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, a slick heat blooming under his touch.
Gliding a finger along your entrance that had you twitching.
His hand moves, capturing one of yours where it lies fisted in the sheet. His grip is firm, guiding. He brings your hand down, pressing your palm flat against the hard bulge straining against his sleep shorts.
He closes his large hand over yours, bringing it down in his shorts. Your fingers run through the trimmed hairs as he’s showing you how to move. A slow, tentative stroke.
He groans, a deep, raw sound of pleasure that goes straight between your legs, and your own arousal spikes, a fresh wave of warmth flooding you. You’re shy, your movements clumsy, but his encouraging groans are a potent fuel.
He lifts his head from your neck, his eyes locking with yours, and then his mouth is on yours again. This kiss is different, deeper, hungrier, all consuming. He’s a talented kisser, his tongue tangling with yours in a rhythm that’s both demanding and perfectly in sync with the slow stroke of your hand over him. You lose yourself in it, in the taste of him, the scent of his skin, the guttural sounds of his pleasure.
He hooked a finger in the waistband of your panties, “Lift your hips.”
The command was gentle but absolute. You obeyed, a shudder wracking your body as he peeled the damp fabric down your legs and tossed it aside. You were completely bare to him now.
Then his touch returned and this time there was no barrier. His fingers, found your core, and you nearly came off the bed again. The contrast was exquisite, the scratch of his skin against your incredible softness. He stroked you, once, twice, a slow, deliberate glide through your slickness that had you arching against the sheets.
He teased, circling your clit with a maddeningly light touch that made you buck against his hand.
The coil snapped. Your back arched violently as a climax ripped through you, silent at first, a tidal wave of pure, blinding pleasure that stole your voice, before a long, broken cry was torn from your lips. You clenched against his fingers, waves of ecstasy pulsing through you, until you were pulsating around nothing and trembling.
He guides you, his hands on your hips, until you’re straddling his lap. The position is shockingly intimate, your core pressed against the hard erection that he pulled out of his shorts. He leans back on his hands, watching you with heavy lidded eyes as you instinctively rock against him, a slow, hesitant dry hump that draws another low groan from him.
His hands slide under the nightshirt, his rough palms skimming up your bare sides. You jolt at the direct contact, your back arching. His thumbs brushing the sensitive undersides of your breasts. You’re braless and the feel of his skin against your softness is electrifying. His grip tightens, his hands molding to your curves, and you moan, dropping your forehead to his broad naked chest.
You rest your cheek against his chest as you kept your grinding against his erection tight and beneath your cheek, you can feel the powerful, steady beat of his heart.
His hands move to the hem of your nightshirt. He gathers the fabric, starting to pull it up. A bolt of pure, unadulterated panic lances through you, “Paul, wait-” you protest, your hands coming up to clutch at his wrists.
He stills instantly, “Quit fighting me.” he murmurs, his voice low but leaving no room for argument.
The command is silent but absolute. The fear is still there, a frantic flutter in your chest, but it’s drowned out by the throbbing ache between your legs. Your grip on his wrists loosens.
He doesn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion, he pulls the nightshirt up and over your head, tossing it into the shadows. The cool air hits your skin, making your nipples peak into tight, sensitive buds. You feel utterly exposed even though it’s dark in the room, sitting astride him, completely naked. A flush of embarrassment heats your cheeks, and you try to curl in on yourself.
“Don’t.” he growls, his hands coming up to frame your waist, holding you in place.
His thumbs stroke your hip bones, then slide upward, until his palms are cupping the full weight of your breasts. His touch is reverent, yet possessive. He teases your nipples with his thumbs, circling them, flicking them, until you’re writhing on his lap, little mewling sounds escaping your lips. The pleasure builds, a tight, bright coil deep in your belly, fed by the friction of your movements against his erection. You could hear the moistness echo through the room as you both groan together.
You’re lost in it, your world narrowed to his touch. The coil winds tighter, tighter, and then snaps without warning. Your orgasm crashes over you, a silent, shocking wave that makes your entire body seize. You cry out, a broken sound, as pleasure radiates out from your core, leaving you trembling and gasping against his chest.
He holds you through it, his hands gentle now, stroking your back.
Before you can even come down, his hands are on your hips, lifting you effortlessly and laying you back on the sheets. He shifts down the bed, his hands hooking under your knees, pushing your legs apart.
You know what he’s going to do. The thought sends a fresh thrill of panic and anticipation through you, “Paul…”
“Shhh.” He doesn’t give you time to overthink it. He lowers his head, and his mouth, that demanding, talented mouth, finds the very center of you.
You jolt off the bed, a sharp cry torn from your throat. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt. His tongue is flat and hot and relentless, laving broad strokes and glides through your sensitive folds. He groans, the vibration against your clit making you see stars. You taste like heaven. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open for his feast. He explores every inch of you with his tongue, learning what makes you buck and what makes you whimper, until you’re reduced to a writhing, pleading mess. He wasn’t tender headed as you’re able to grip his hair.
He focuses on your clit, sucking the aching bud into his mouth, and your second orgasm hits you like a freight train. It’s harsher, more intense, wracking your body with convulsions so powerful you’re sobbing his name, your fingers tangling in his dark hair, unsure if you’re trying to pull him closer or push him away. He doesn’t stop, drawing out every last shuddering wave until you collapse, boneless and oversensitive, onto the mattress.
You’re floating, completely spent, when he moves over you again. His shorts are gone now, kicked off sometime during his attentions. His body is a furnace of hard muscle and slick skin.
He guides you back on top of him, his hands firm on your hips. You’re still trembling, your limbs like jelly. The broad, slick head of his erection presses against you, and your eyes widen at the sheer size of him. “I can’t” you think, a fresh wave of fear surging up.
You brace your hands on his chest, the muscles rigid under your palms. He guides himself, not with his hands, but with the subtle movement of his hips, nudging against your entrance. You sink down, an inch, and a sharp, startling pain makes you gasp, freezing instantly.
“Shhh, I know.” he soothes, his hands coming up to stroke your sides. His pours off his skin, a deep, radiating warmth that seems to sink directly into your muscles, soothing the sharp sting, melting the tension. It’s his shifter heat, a biological wonder that eases the way. You sink down another inch, then another, the initial pain fading into a breathtaking feeling of being stretched, filled, claimed. Your body clings to him.
He’s huge, and it’s a slow, careful process. He lets you set the pace, his hands resting on your hips, his eyes never leaving your face. When you’re finally seated fully on him, he lets out a groan that seems to come from the very depths of his soul.
You’re full, so completely full of him. You stay there for a moment, both of you breathing heavily, adjusting to the feeling. Then, tentatively, you move. It’s an uncoordinated, clumsy rock of your hips, but the sensation it creates is anything but. A low, guttural moan escapes you. He helps you, his hands guiding your hips, showing you a rhythm. Up, then down. A little faster.
You find a pace, riding him without experience but with a growing, desperate hunger. It was a high you were chasing and the tingles felt so good. The heat from his body is everywhere, a cocoon of sensation that amplifies every touch, every movement. The feeling of him moving inside you, the friction, the way he fills you, it’s overwhelming. You’re losing your mind, your head falling back as pleasure, pure and incandescent, begins to build again, deeper this time, more profound.
With a growl, he sits up suddenly, his arms wrapping around you in a crushing bear hug that pulls your chest flush against his. The new angle is shocking, unbelievable. He’s deeper than before, hitting a place inside you that makes you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. He holds you there with his palms digging in your rear, having you pinned against him, and takes over, his thrusts becoming deep, primal pistons of his hips.
It was tender and passionate as he’s able to kiss you in this position.
You whimpered tiny, not as embarrassed now, and he swallowed the sound with another kiss, deeper this time, his lips parting yours slowly, giving you time to pull away.
You leaned into him, fingers clutching his shirt, letting him guide the kiss. His tongue brushed yours in such talented manner that the white hot sensation was rearing its head in your direction.
He broke away only to kiss the corner of your mouth, your jaw, the soft place under your ear that made your whole body tremble.
He lifted you slightly, you land on your side on the bed as he milked himself out in his hand. His groans came rough as his hand roughly milked himself. He shuddered as he got up to clean himself up.
Your legs felt heavy, the ray of the bathroom light made you get a peak of your naked body. You scoot back and get under the covers as you hear the toilet flush and the sink come on.
The floorboard creak when he comes back in. Your eyes are closed this time as he lays down next to you in bed.
Hey…” he whispered, brushing a hand along your back, “You tired?”
A tiny hum came out of you. Soft, sleepy, adorable.
Nothing like the breathless mess you’d been minutes earlier.
“You should’ve told me, baby,” he murmured, voice softer than it ever got with anyone but you, “You’re exhausted.”
He smoothed the fabric of the blanket up to your shoulders, pressing you against him as he got comfortable.
“Paul?” you whispered.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he whispered.
“You’re… Really warm…” you murmured, words slurring from sleep.
He smiled so soft, so impossibly gentle it would terrify the entire pack.
Having him elbow deep in the dirt would fix me. And him.
My piece for @batchedzine. I really just wanted to see Wolffe get to grow something with his own two hands after the war surrounded by his loved ones. I think it would be very good and therapeutic for him.
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Pack Wolf X Fem! Reader who doesn't reciprocate his feelings headcanons.
Summary: In their wanderings, they find their imprint as soon as they see her for the first time; However, she doesn't seem to feel the same way.
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Sam Uley:
Seeing you for the first time, he would have almost involuntarily gotten down on his knees if it hadn't been that they were in a public place and you were accompanied. It was something unique, something he didn't expect, but there you were, and Sam felt the need to get close to you no matter what. Him approaching you to talk about whatever as an excuse to get to know you wasn't rough enough; he needed to see you again.
As soon as he brought up any kind of topic he noticed how incredibly kind you were when you addressed him, but he also noticed how you didn't even seem to be feel the same. There was no spark in your eyes, no accelerated breathing, no special something that seemed to unite you. You were supposed to be soulmates, weren't you? You were supposed to be perfect for each other, so why as time went on did you seem to treat him like any other normal person? Why wasn't there "that" something in your eyes when you looked at him? Sam had imprinted himself on you, he knew it, everyone knew it, but they also seemed to notice his constant attempts to be closer to you, his constant silent pain.
You treated him well of course, you were friendly to everyone on the reservation, you were sweet to Sam more than he could ask for, but he still didn’t seem to be strong enough with his advances for you to see him the way he was expected. Even after explaining his secret and about the imprint, you seemed to try to feel a connection with him; you spent time by his side, you did everything you could, but the feeling just didn’t seem to be there. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t feel the connection and as time went on you began to wear yourself out and try to find something that just wasn’t there. Finally explaining to him that you couldn’t go on and giving him a clear rejection.
Even though your rejection seemed to hurt him much more than expected, he decided to suffer in silence, prioritizing your feelings over his. Sam would become understanding and calm, not losing his temper, even though he knew how painful it would be, knowing that imprinting shouldn't be forced. Though promising that if only you wanted him, he would be there for you, a good friend or brother, even a companion. Imprinting would involve prioritizing your well-being above all else, so Sam would do everything he could to make sure you were happy and safe, even if that meant keeping his distance so as not to make you uncomfortable.
Though Sam would try to be understanding, the pain he felt was indescribable. Even though you hadn't cut him out of your life completely, just being so far away from you would be hard to handle, starting to feel internal conflict due to the intensity of the imprint itself, having moments where it's hard for him to deal with the lack of reciprocity, seeking support in his pack or those closest to him to handle his emotions.
If you allowed them to stay close, even without a romantic bond, Sam would try to be a reliable friend, being there for you when you needed it, a shoulder to cry on, someone to tell your problems to; whatever you wanted, he would do it. Acting quite mature and empathetic, focusing on what's best for you, even if it meant giving up his own feelings.
Paul Lahote:
Being someone with an explosive temper, Paul probably wouldn't handle rejection well. Trying to get close to you intensely as soon as he meets you, mistaking your lack of reciprocation for shyness or fear towards him, as if you weren't looking at him confused enough since you barely know him and he already seemed to know you all your life. Even though you treated him friendly, he could immediately tell that there didn't seem to be that emotion in your chest upon meeting him, leading to frustration with the pack, following him on the way home, trying to reassure him and explain to him that it would take some time and you would finally agree. It didn't.
Despite his frustration, the instinct to protect you would be greater, as seeing you every few days wouldn't be enough to calm him down, frequently showing up to make sure you were okay, even without you asking, which could seem invasive.
Over time, Paul would have several changes in attitude; The great irritability would be clear to everyone in the pack, and the growing, unstoppable pain would lead him to have fits of rage at anyone who crossed his path, though he would avoid taking it out on you, deciding to walk away, which only made it worse by being away from you. He would feel hurt and disoriented, not being able to understand how it was possible that you didn’t feel the same; you were made for each other, he had imprinted on you. Why was nothing happening? Why was it different with you when you were supposed to be the perfect match for each other?
You tried, you seemed to try many times, more than you could imagine, wishing you could feel the same so that both of your suffering would end, but it wasn’t like that; you couldn’t manage to feel anything and you couldn’t force yourself any further.
Although Paul was unconditionally devoted to you because of the imprint, he would also begin to realize that forcing your feelings was not only unfair to you, but painful to both of you. Trying to stay away and trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Even though Paul was stubborn, he wasn't completely insensitive. His loyalty to the pack and its values would drive him to show respect for your feelings and be a silent support for you. Understanding that imprinting didn't mean control or obligation for you, he would start to act more understanding and respectful, prioritizing what you wanted. Still, he couldn't help but care about you, protecting you whether silently or not from any danger, be it supernatural or human, trying to do so discreetly so as not to make you uncomfortable.
With time and the help of Sam or the other pack members, Paul could accept that their bond cannot be forced. Choosing to be close to you as a friend or support in your life if you so desired, and if so, he would remain as someone protective and loyal, focusing on your well-being and happiness. Although rejection would not be easy for Paul, as he would feel a void in not being able to live the fullness he expected from imprinting, he would learn to accept it with resignation and maturity and less impulsiveness. Even without reciprocation, Paul would continue to feel a connection and be willing to do or be whatever you wanted without expecting anything in return.
Embry Call:
He had always heard about the stories of imprinting and its importance; most of his companions in the pack already had their imprints, although he understood it, he never really understood it, until he met you. It was a very strong pass on the ball, making his companions ask him to go get it, being the closest, and at the edge of the water there was you, who quickly grabbed the ball that was hitting your feet to give it to its owner.
The first contact was different, very different from what Embry had imagined; everything seemed to stop after seeing you, the waves of the sea and the noise of his companions playing seemed far away and took a backseat; everything was reduced only to you. Approaching somewhat nervously, not knowing how to act, he managed to have a brief chat with you, internally hoping that you would agree to see him again. Yes, of course he had noticed your great lack of emotion or bright eyes; It wasn't how his companions had told him in their own experiences, but Embry wanted to believe that maybe it was different with you, maybe it would take a little longer.
Although he approached it with patience and understanding, he would still be confused after not noticing any change in his advances towards you without achieving anything, trusting more than he should, with a silent hope that, with time, you could come to feel something for him. However, he would never act selfishly to force this possibility.
Embry would begin to experience an internal struggle during the following days. Sure, he felt a deep and unbreakable connection towards you, but, on the other hand, the lack of reciprocity on your part would cause him emotional pain. Although he would not be upset with anyone, much less with you, the feeling would squeeze his chest tightly. At those times he would try to seek help from the pack, trying to understand and deal with his pain, some of them even trying to advise him or encourage him to focus on your needs instead of his feelings so he wouldn't suffer so much.
In the face of your rejection, Embry would react immediately; the pain was inevitable, but the imprinting would lead him to accept this reality, putting his personal feelings on the back burner. Even if you didn't feel anything towards him, Embry would dedicate his life to protecting and supporting you, your well-being being his priority. Behaving gently, making sure not to cross boundaries that would make you feel uncomfortable. Being close to you when you needed him, acting as a calm and reliable guardian. He would try to establish a friendly relationship with you if you wanted it. Trying to understand your interests, your passions and the things that made you happy, adapting to your needs. Probably looking to spend time with you casually, so that the pain of separation in the bond that united you didn't hurt him too much, but at the same time he would try not to suffocate or overwhelm you. Trying to maintain a fun and relaxed attitude to make you feel comfortable and maintain a good atmosphere.
If you were to express at any point that you needed space or didn't want a close relationship, he would accept it, even though it would inevitably hurt him. Embry would completely respect your wishes and feelings, as well as your boundaries. Imprinting would guide him to be patient and understanding, willing to wait or just accept whatever you decided. Even if you didn't feel the same way, it would be hard for Embry to stay completely away because of the bond. Trying to be close in indirect ways, helping you without you realizing it, or making sure you were safe.
Although Embry would accept anything you asked him to be or do, he would act with great devotion, dealing with his own pain with dignity, striving to be positive in your life. The situation would be somewhat complicated and painful, but his character would allow him to find ways to cope with it without ceasing to be faithful to the bond that has been created, putting your happiness and well-being above all, only wishing the best for you, even if that meant seeing you with another person.
Quil Ateara:
At first, he might not fully understand why he was attracted to someone in particular, as it wouldn’t be something that happened consciously, but rather something instinctive. Seeing you for the first time only makes him feel confused and disoriented; he knows that he is something strong, something unique, needing to be closer to you.
His protective and caring nature would come to the fore, making him inclined to do everything he could to get closer to you and interact in some way. His pack mates would explain this to him as the poor boy seemed to still be just as confused, though unable to answer their questions as to why you didn’t seem as interested or why you didn’t seem to view him with the same affection and devotion as he had when they had first met; perhaps Sam would step in explaining that it would all be a matter of time.
While Quil would be understanding because of their bond, he would quickly become aware that you didn’t feel the same way. He could tell just by looking at you; When he arrived, There wasn't that emotion when I saw it, even if it had only been a few hours since you'd seen each other, noticing your gestures and your efforts to try to find something that didn't seem to be there, that tiredness of continuing to try something you couldn't force and that sudden distance.
This initial rejection could make him feel hurt, even if your actions weren't intentional. The pack members would be a constant support for him, but he would experience the pain internally. The impression is a powerful thing; this would make Quil put aside his regrets and feelings in order to understand you, beginning to respect your wishes and not force a relationship; however, his emotions would still be intense. He would become more attentive and protective, trying to help you in any way he could, trying to gain your trust without rushing things. He would show himself as a close friend or even a brother, doing things you liked, showing a more relaxed part of himself so you wouldn't feel pressured or uncomfortable. His desire to take care of you might be something that expresses itself in less obvious ways, such as making sure you're okay in everyday situations or trying to make you feel special.
If you were to continue to reject any attempts at closeness, whether romantic or emotional, Quil could go through severe pain due to imprinting. His nature would push him to fight for you in whatever ways necessary to even have some sort of relationship with you, even if it was minimal, but his respect for your own boundaries would keep him in check. Acceptance would be difficult, but over time, Quil could learn to live with the deep connection he feels towards you, without trying to pressure you. Making it clear to you that he would be there for you if you wanted it, like a brother or a friend, taking your health and happiness as a priority, and if you were to continue not wanting any interaction with him then Quil would accept it, prudently staying away, even trying to take care of you silently, since the bond would not let him go away completely.
Although he would approach the subject with enough maturity and patience, the pain would still be there and would not go away completely, affected by the events and why it had not worked out as expected with him regarding the imprint. He would leave room for you to make your own decisions without interfering and accepting what you wanted, but even deep down wishing that one day you could feel the same as he felt for you.
Jared Cameron:
He's confused. The imprint was supposed to be an unbreakable and deep bond, something that makes you feel like the person you're imprinted with is the only one who can fulfill your deepest needs, just as the other person should feel, in a way, the same, practically incomplete if the other wasn't there. What had gone wrong? You make him feel a great desire to protect and care for you, but in the face of this the reality check comes faster than he could prevent, realizing that you don't actually share the same feeling.
His astonishment was inexplicable, since it was incredible how in one moment he was playing with his companions and in the next seconds he saw you and everything seemed to stop. The experience was transformative and overwhelming, but it also came with the weight of understanding that you didn't feel the same. Jared can realize it, perhaps not quickly enough to notice it the first time he sees you, trying to deal with his own feelings in between, but as the days go by and as he gets closer to you, he could tell. He understood it immediately; He couldn't force you to love him on the same level. It seemed to hit him like a bucket of cold water, trying to process it as maturely as he could, but with it came frustration due to the unbreakable connection he felt and the lack of reciprocation from you; it was a constant, throbbing pain that he never imagined feeling.
The imprint bond would make him understand in part that he couldn't rush or force your feelings, just as his own personal integrity would make him understand and cope with it. He would make him respectful of your space, being kind and calm. Adopting a supportive stance, hoping that, in time, you would come to understand and accept the connection between you with or without a relationship in between.
Jared would feel a strong need to protect you due to the imprint. Driving him to be close, more than you would want. Despite his desires to be close to you, Jared would be aware of his limits, avoiding being evasive, but intervening discreetly if you were in danger. Even though the imprint makes him feel like you are his “everything,” he would understand the need to not be dominant or possessive, given that you don’t share the same feelings. Even though your rejection was already expected by him, when it comes, it seems harder to digest than he had imagined. Knowing that this was what you wanted, Jared would respect it by putting aside his thoughts and feelings to please you, trying to balance his desire to be close to you with the need to give you space and time to process what was happening.
Over time Jared would learn not to idealize this in a destructive way, even though the bond makes him think that you are the person he is meant to be with, he also understands that nothing can be forced. And even if you weren’t ready to feel the same or directly didn’t want anything with him, Jared wouldn’t pressure you, but he wouldn’t stop being there, waiting patiently.
Seth Clearwater:
When he first saw you, the world seemed to stop. The connection was instant and overwhelming; the imprint completely transformed him. Of course, he had heard of his pack mates and often saw them with their mates, but this seemed to be something much more intense than Seth could have imagined. You become the center of his universe, not just as a potential mate, but as someone to protect and care for no matter the consequences. The intensity of the feeling overwhelms him, but also fills him with hope and happiness.
Being sweet and genuine, Seth would not force his presence in your life, but would instead seek to approach you in a natural way. Starting with a few casual one-liners about the day, following it up with a few topics that led him to ask for your name, as well as his presence and humor, would have him confidently asking you to see him again. The following days he would show his kinder and more generous side: helping you with small things, making you laugh and spending time by your side as someone unconditional.
Over time, Seth would notice that, although you appreciated him and enjoyed his company, you showed no signs of feeling something deeper. Perhaps he would have noticed it much earlier, but he wanted to lie to himself believing that it was just a matter of time. Although his advances continued to be noticeable, you seemed to no longer enjoy the more intimate approach, which led you to confess that your feelings were not the same as those he had for you. This would be devastating for Seth, since the imprint was not something he could control or diminish. Despite this, Seth would not allow himself to blame or pressure you, understanding that everything should be free and mutual.
He would begin to go through an internal process of sadness and acceptance; his innate kindness would keep him focused on what was best for you. Although it would be painful for him to observe how you did not feel the same, he would commit to staying in your life in the way you wanted. In private he would lean on the pack, who comforted him and gave him advice, especially Leah, who would understand his pain due to her own experiences, helping him deal with the emotional burden.
Seth would continue to be a part of your life if you wanted him to be, and if not, then he would accept it with great internal pain, but accepting of your wishes, watching over you from the shadows. He would never impose his feelings on you or expect you to reciprocate, seeking the best for you. And if you wanted to cut contact completely, then Seth would accept it without complaint no matter how much pain it caused him, putting your feelings before anything else.
Despite the pain, Seth would maintain his hopeful nature by looking for ways to adapt, learning to handle his unrequited feelings and channeling them into something positive. He would dedicate himself to protecting you from a distance or focusing on strengthening relationships with his family and pack. Over time he could learn to balance his imprint with his own need to move on, although the connection would never completely disappear.
Jacob Black:
He had always found the subject of imprinting strange and even aberrant; seeing how his companions seemed to abandon themselves so that someone else could practically take them as if they were their own to do with as they pleased was simply something Jacob didn't seem to or wanted to understand. Everything changed when he saw you; he now understood what everyone was talking about. He feels the powerful pull of imprinting, an unbreakable bond that reconfigures his world around you. His senses sharpen, his heart beats hard, and the need to be close to you becomes overwhelming. In that instant you become his absolute priority, overriding any other connection or concern.
Jacob would look for ways to approach you naturally, using his charisma and sense of humor as tools to gain your trust. He would try to become a close and constant friend in your life, willing to listen to you, support you, and protect you from any danger, even if you weren't aware of the extent of his commitment.
Over time, Jacob would probably manage to become an important figure in your life. He would accompany you in your everyday problems, offering you solutions or simply his presence. His actions, driven by imprinting, would be selfless and focused on your well-being. However, as the relationship progresses, he begins to notice that although you appreciate him and feel comfortable, you show no signs of developing feelings towards him. Although you try hard to give and surrender to him, you know that you cannot match his commitment; despite your constant attempts, you just don’t succeed.
Once you confess to Jacob and give him the clear rejection, he would experience an emotional storm. His pain would not come from the rejection itself, but from the inability to fulfill what he perceives as his purpose: to make you happy. It would make him rethink and ask himself if he is doing something wrong or if he is meant to live with those one-sided feelings. Even though he wants you to see him the same way, he wouldn’t try to pressure or manipulate you due to imprinting forcing him to prioritize your desires and well-being over his own. Even though you didn’t feel the same way, Jacob wouldn’t be able to emotionally detach himself. He would continue to care for you, making sure you were safe. He would try to find comfort in friendship, focusing on being a support in your life without expecting anything in return.
If you wished instead to have no relationship with him at all, wanting to cut off contact, even though he would feel deeply hurt, Jacob would respect your decision. Having to fight his own instincts to not constantly seek you out, even going so far as to feel great constant pain and guilt, would lead him to isolate himself from the pack and his friends, constantly morphing to release pent-up tension and emotions, feeling unable to explain his suffering or find comfort.
Even though others in the pack couldn’t fully understand the pain of an unrequited imprint, they would offer comfort and support; Even Sam would try to guide him to handle his feelings so that the bond wouldn't be so painful.
Jacob would learn to deal with frustration and pain, taking comfort in secretly caring for you if you didn't want him around, and if that wasn't it, then he would settle for being a good friend in your life. Despite the lack of reciprocity, the bond wouldn't fade. The imprint is eternal, and although the pain might soften with time, he would always feel a special connection to you.
