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straykidsreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Stray Kids Scenarios - Tied Up Tightly ~ Lee Know

Hey there everyone! I’ve created this new blog for Stray Kids stuff, I’m going to be doing maintenance on this account! I’m down to do whatever!

Post Date: 10th April 2022 - 23:10 Content: Smut - Minho x Reader (Y/N) Word Count: 2530 TW?: Razor cut from shaving/ Mention of blood/ Knife play/ Chains and restriction Summary: Minho was the hot barista who made your coffee in the morning, now he’s tying you up.

I hope you like this first post that I’ve created being inspired by a friend’s obsession with Minho!

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“Next please,” a soft voice calls from behind the counter, you look up and see the barista smiling at you, waiting for you to make an order, “A flat white please?” you ask shyly, his eyes glistening under the warm lights. He smirks and takes your name, scoffing to himself as he goes to make your drink as you process the payment.

Sliding the drink on the counter, his lips curl as you catch him looking at you, “For Y/N, please”. You blush as you accidently contact him from trying to grab your drink, “Have a nice day.” He winks at you before rolling his eyes at the queue of customers coming through the door but flashes you a quick smile as you walk off.

You couldn’t help but ring your best friend as soon as you were a safe distance away from the coffee shop, “Bestie, you never guess what.... A cute guy winked at me at the coffee shop... Yes!” You couldn’t hold your excitement as you gossed with your best friend about this guy, and you found yourself struggling to stay away from the coffee shop when you passed.

Every time, on the way to work, you’d give into the urge to go in to get a coffee, just to see him. So often, he practically knows your face and what you drink by the time you open the door, “Back again?” he raises an eyebrow at you, “Yeah, got to get my coffee fix, I guess.” You blushed as you waited for him to finish making your drink. Your regular visits meant that you got to converse with him on a regular basis, and by god was he your type, which made it harder to resist going in. He’s tall he’s cute, cheeky, sarcastic, and a book nerd, like yourself.

As you grab your drink off him, he directs his eyes down at your lid of your drink, smirking once again, the writing on the lid read, ‘Text me, cutie ;) 011233432342′. Your heart is now in your throat, you try to keep your cool as you smile at him and thank him for the drink. You absolutely lost your shit when you got in your car, he thinks you’re cute too!? This one was one for the books, you take a photo of the lid and make it your wallpaper.

- Time Skip -

It’s been 4 years, and you never changed your wallpaper from that picture, but your lockscreen is now of the both of you, cuddling up on the sofa, him smiling sweetly as you looked at him. You got the boy that every girl in the coffee shop cried over, he was the cute barista, and you got him.

He teases you every day about how shy you were when he first met you but was very sweet when he reminded you that he thought about you constantly when you’d show your face, and miss it when you’d walk away. Now he gets to look at his almost every day.

- Present Day -

“Y/N-ah~!!!” Minho shouts from the kitchen, in the middle of trying to shave your leg, you accidentally nick yourself from jumping at his sudden shouting, what was wrong? Wrapped in your towel, you scuttlle to the kitchen, trying to keep pressure on the little scratch.

“What is it?, what’s wrong?” you cry as you get to the kitchen, he’s standing there with a try of cookies, with a huge grin on his face, as he loves his food. But that smile turns into a look of worry as he drops his cookies onto the counter and runs to you after seeing a bit of blood run down your legs, “What happened to you?”, “I nicked myself when shaving, hearing you shout, I thought something was wrong!” you exclaimed, as you sigh, stopping to clean yourself. He passes you a plaster, kissing your forehead, “Something was wrong!” he whines, trying to hold off a smirk, you look up at him and side eye him, “You haven’t tried my cookies yet!”. You slap him lightly on the shoulder as he bursts into laughter, pulling you in for a hug.

Realising you’re just in a towel, the biggest grin appears on his face as he tries to slowly remove it from around you, but you grasp it tight to hold it in place, “After that, no, you don’t get to see me naked”, you put your foot down with him, pulling away, seeing him bite his lip, “Don’t even think about it, Minho, don’t”. He pulls a face at you calling him by his name, and not by one of his nicknames, which slowly turns into licking his lips, arms crossed as he tries to picture what’s underneath that towel despite seeing your body more times than you can count on your hands.

“Fine.” He growls, you smile as you make an abrupt turn towards the door, but got stopped in your tracks just before you could pass through the door frame. “Just like the flat white girl, you look great walking away,” he says cheekily, his footsteps getting closer to you, his hands working their way around your neck, pulling you back towards him, hand on your throat and his other hand pulling at your hips. “This time, I can stop you walking away”, he growls into your ears, as you felt his member grow hard against your lower back. The hand from your hip makes its way up to your shoulders, pushing your hair to the one side as he pulled you back again. Shivers vibrate down your spine as he places his lips right on the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Bedroom, now.” he orders. You obey, his actions have now made you unable to resist him, similar to how you couldn’t resist to see him working back years ago.

Just about making it to the bedroom, before he grabs you, turning you around, ripping the towel off of you before picking you up. You wrap your legs tight around his torso as his lips crash against yours, he initiates tongue. The make out was enough to make you crazy for him, but you underestimated what he had in stall for you.

He carries you towards the bed, carefully placing you down whilst still making out with you, your legs still tight around him. He pulls away from the kiss, smirking as you as you try to catch your breath, but it gets taken away by him kissing your neck instead again, this time, rougher, wetter and marking his territory as he lowers from the neck, down to your collar bone, down your stomach and makes his way down to your warm, soaking heat. You hear him scoff as he looks at you glistening, but you slam your thighs shut from embarrassment but he pulls them apart, “Don’t hide from me baby girl, no need to get embarrassed over the fact that I made you wet from just kissing you” he mocked. You whine at his mockery, making him look at you with very little pitty, as he licked his lips, rubbing his hard member through his pj bottoms, which was very prominent.

Strutting over to the chest of drawers, he picks out the baby pink rope, chains and gag that he’s hidden from you for an occasion like this. “Legs up!” He snarls, as he pulls your hands towards your now in the air feet. Using the rope to tie them together, ensuring that you will not be able to escape without his assistance. Placing the gag around your head and into your mouth so you couldn’t interrupt him.

“Fuck, you look so pretty tied up, I could use you however... I... fucking... please,” He whispers, dropping to his knees at the end of the bed, pulling you towards him so your heat was right underneath him, his hot breath blew over your heat, as you whined, but it being muffled by the gag. He kisses your thighs, wrapping his arms around them, places his hands on the top of your thigh to hold you in place as he starts slowly licking your clit. Using circling motions which make your walls twitch under each brush of his tongue. The sound of your muffed moans made him so madly obsessed with the way he was treating you. He tongue fucks you until your legs shake underneath him, but he doesn’t stop just there, after making cum already, he slides in a finger... then a second. He curls them up as he’s still brushing your clit with his tongue frantically, his fingering paces through phases, until you start making the most noise at his steady but quicker pace. He keeps curling his fingers and sucking on your clip until your walls tighten around his fingers. He pulls out and away as a wave of liquid sprays from you. Pleased, with himself, he kisses you softly in the area, licking to clean you up.

He stands tall a the end of the bed, looking down at you, in a shaking mess, in a shaking mess. He removed the gag, and leans in to kiss you before forcing it back on you. However, he takes off the rope from around you. Orders you to turn around, “Ass in the air, face in the bed, arch your back, my little slut!”. Hearing the clacking of the chains, he locks some around your neck, and connects it to the hands he ties behind your back, with enough of it to keep hold of.

The soft thud of his pj bottoms and boxers hitting the floor, makes you worried but yet so excited for what was about to come for you. He positions himself behind you, the tip of his member teasing at your entrance, however he enjoyed the moisture that he’s created down there for his member to slip in so easily. He tries to resist going straight in but he loses his patience with himself. With a hard thrust, he fucks you deeply, a scream tries to leave your body but is muted once again. Something in him click and he pulls on the chains, pulling your head and hands back, so you could lift your head up. Without caution, he pulls of the gag and pushes your head back into the bed, “Call my name baby girl, call my fucking name while I fuck you deeply.” You cried and screamed his name whilst he pounded you, using the chain as a support system to pull on you, “Fuck!.... Daddy!!”. The sound of you crying his name, made him loudly growl and snarl, he continues to fuck the shit out of you, “Fuck, daddy! I think I’m going to.... cum!” you cried even more as he kept hitting the right spots, and the fact you were restricted fucked with you even more, “Not yet, princess, you’ll come when I want you to!”.

He stops you from reaching your high when he feels the consistent tightness of your walls around his throbbing cock. As he pulls out, you cry out loud, begging him to put it back in but he snaps at you to shut up before he makes you shut up. However, you took this as a challenge, “Fuck you,” you whsipered. His head snaps to look at you in front of him. He pulls hard on the chains, jerking you to sit up back on your heels. “What the fuck did you just say?” He has a tight grip around your throat as he bites your lobe and your neck. His other hand pulling tight on your hair. He had another suprise for you, you felt as sharp scratch across your collar bone, as he softly glides his knife that he grabbed secretly from the chest of drawers. Then pointing it against your throat as he’s still got a grip on your hair. “I said, fuck... you...” you moaned, trying to stop yourself from crying from the pleasurable pain he inflicted. He pushes you back down so your face is back in the sheets. He glides the knife down your back.

“Are you going to behave?” He asks with authority, you wanted him, and him to fuck you like the slut you are, to make you scream his name. You begged for him to fuck you and you promised you’ll be a good girl. He scoffs as he thrusts back into you hard, not giving you time to re-adjust to the size of his cock. Within moments the knot in your stomach became stronger and bigger, “Daddy... please...”, “Can you come?” he growled, as he smirks, finally wanting give you release, but he wasn’t going to let you recover. His hips clap hard against your ass cheeks as he slaps them hard, then grabbing your hips with a tight grip, pulling you into his trusts, the pressure causing you to break under him as you come to your high. His hard cock, still crashing against your g-spot, overstimulating you through your high until you bed for him to stop, “Awh, baby girl. Has my little slut had enough?” He laughs as he pulls out of you, his cock throbbing and twitching as he does so.

He unclips all of the chains off your body, giving you a moment to come together before ordering you to get on your knees in front of him.

You weakly drop to your knees. tears running down your face from the pleasure you’ve received, the scratches on your collarbone prominent, making him look down at you all love lusted. You didn’t have to be ordered to get your mouth around his now leaking, throbbing cock, he’s been itching for this since he pulled out of you. “How do you taste, whore?” He asks, through moans, as you answer through breaths, “Good, Daddy...”. He grabs the back of your head, tells you to let you and open your mouth. He head fucks you until you gag hard, but he’s now so close. He pulls your head away with a fistful of your hair, jerking his member off, “Tongue out, I’m going... to...” As he groans, he releases his load all over your face, tits and tongue. You clean his member off, as you sit there smiling at him as he slowly lowers his head to look at you. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he exclaims as a smirk makes its way onto his face. “Here, let me help clean you up”.

He softly helps clean you up whilst that smirk is plastered on his face, “What are you smirking at?” you ask, laughing and rolling your eyes, “I never thought that the shy flat white girl would ever be this hot girlfriend of mine that’s standing in front of me...” he says softly. “But let’s admit it, I’m hotter” he teases. You give him a kiss as he passes you his shirt.

“What season are we on for My Hero Academia now?” He asks, putting his clothes back on and you giggle. He picks you up and carries you to the living room after making you so weak.

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stephspurs · 3 years

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

here is the second last part besties wahhh I'm so sad its coming to an end!! I'm also so sorry about this part, it'll break a few hearts :'( Love always, Steph xx

Part 11 | parte undicesima

warnings; heartbreak, swearing & angst - i'm sorry in advance. word count; 2185 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. final update; Wednesday 18/08 5pm AEST. tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

A few days had passed since the Villa match and Amelia had heard from Jack when he returned to Birmingham. He sent her a simple text to let her know he made it home. That’s it. The two went from previously not going more than 24 hours between FaceTimes or calls or memes to a simple made it home a few hours ago, thanks for a good time x.

No “speak soon”, no promise of a FaceTime , no double kiss at the end of the text that would have typically been there otherwise. If anything, she was more mad that he made her feel like a side piece; like one of his instagram girls that she knew he entertained throughout the week. Amelia knew that she, for lack of better terms, fucked up. She fucked up their friendship, and was praying to all of the Gods that would listen to help her not fuck things up with Ben, too. However, the fact that she didn’t go to church as often as she should have is probably the reason that Ben refused to make eye contact with the girl. It was either that or…he already knew.

“Benj, hey, wait up.” She called as he walked out to his car after a particularly long day at Cobham.

“Don’t call me Benj,” he coldly stated without turning around, continuing his stride.

“Okay fine, Chilly. Wait up will you!”

“Don’t call me Chilly either, that's reserved for friends.”

“Okay, if I can’t call you Benj, or Chilly, what can I call you?”

“The best mate of the guy you fucked multiple times on Saturday night” He spat out at her, as he finally turned around, ready to see the shocked look cast over Amelia’s face as she stood a couple feet away from him. He wasn’t expecting to see Mason at his car, just across the way or Jorgi at his, a few cars down. But they were there and it didn’t matter; they were going to find out sooner or later, anyway.

“He told you.”

“He told the group chat, Amelia. The fucking group chat! How does that make you feel? He’s already bragging about it. Your bed isn't even cold yet! It probably doesn’t bother you that much though - you’re just like him.”

“He fucked you when he knew exactly how I felt about you, having gone to him for advice as to how to apologise to you. I called him on Friday after I left your house and gushed to him like a bloody little girl because I was so happy you forgave me, and that we had kissed. And then, just like that, you let him weasel his way between your legs.”

“I know I should be taking this out on him, and I will don’t worry, but you knew what you were doing also. You knew exactly how I felt about you. I was ready to commit to you that night and you said you wanted to be friends, that you needed time to heal or whatever. So I hope you’re happy and are healing, because I take it all back.” With that, Ben turned around and got in his car, driving away from the girl who felt remorse worse than she ever has in her life.

Witnessing the whole exchange, Jorgi gave Mason a nod to say “go check on Ben, I’ll look after Amelia” and walked up to the girl from behind. Without scaring her, he firmly grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her to his chest where she let go of all of the emotions she had been keeping inside. With every stab of the knife that was Ben’s words, she felt herself becoming more vulnerable and exposed than ever before. She refused to let him see her cry. That wasn’t something she was willing to let anyone see; she didn’t realise all she had been holding together until she no longer had to, until she had the physical support of Jorgi holding her up in the middle of the training ground car park.

Ushering her to his car - she could collect her own another day - Jorgi put her inside before any other first team members - or worse, staff members - could see the distraught girl and drove them both back to her place where he spent the rest of the evening comforting the girl and letting her know she wasn’t alone. He had even made a desperate call to Fede, asking for advice on how to cheer the girl up. Of course, her Italian ex-lover had been worried the moment his national teammate had told him that the girl was inconsolable and was just about ready to board a flight to her, but Jorgi had calmed him down too. Fede’s advice of coffee, warm pyjamas and clean sheets had done the trick of putting the girl to sleep for the night.

The next few days had come and gone, and the two heartbroken almost-lovers were back to the beginning - Ben ignoring Amelia and Amelia trying to get Ben in a room. But it wasn’t to be. Towards the end of the week, Amelia had received a phone call from Mr Mancini, formally inviting her back to the Italian National Team staff for the upcoming friendly matches and preparation for the 2022 World Cup. Without any hesitation, she accepted her role and began to prepare the necessary procedures that would need to be implemented or maintained during her time away with the Italian side.

Sharing the news with her fellow Italians, Jorgi and Emerson, she decided that she wanted to be the one to tell Ben. She wanted him to know, whether he cared or not, that she wasn’t running away from him and that she would see him soon.

“Chilwell, please stay behind after the session.” She decided it was best if she requested it in the company of the rest of the first team and also the staff members. She was being selfish but she didn’t want him to run away from her again.

He remained sat in his seat as the rest of the team and professional staff left for the evening. Arms crossed, slouched down, looking at everything else in the room but the girl who was nervously wringing her hands together.

“I’m leaving for international duties tomorrow morning.” With that sentence, he stopped tapping his left leg and looking at the cornice details. Instead, his attention was focused on her.

“But we don’t break up for internationals for another week.”

“I know, but Mancini has requested I come earlier to settle back into things over there.”

“It’s only an hour flight away, how difficult could it be?”

“I thought you’d be happy to see me go.”

Silence. Ben didn’t have an answer for her. Of course he didn’t want to see her around Cobham on the day-to-day basis they currently had to endure, but that doesn’t mean he wants her to go back to Italy. Even if it was only for a couple of weeks. Especially if it meant she was around Fede again.

“Well, much to your dismay I'll be back here in 3 weeks. And, Italy are playing England in the last friendly match of the break.”

With a slight nod of his head, Amelia presumed that their conversation was done with. She turned to gather her paperwork and heard the chairs behind her move, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. She sighed into her hands. How did she let this happen? She preached to Ben how much she didn’t want to be selfish with his heart, and that's exactly what she did. But hey, it takes two to tango. Deciding there was no time like the present, she dialed the contact that once made her smirk but instead only made her furious to look at.

“Amelia, hey, how are you? Sorry it’s been a hectic couple of weeks.”

“Cut the crap Jack, you never intended to keep this friendship after you got what you were after.”

“Excuse me? You wanted it just as bad as I did.”

“You’re right about that, I thought I wanted it. Now, though, all I feel is regret. You know Jack, I knew from the moment we met that you were just my type, the kind that only calls me late at night. I knew a guy like you, and he treated me more or less the same. I gave myself to him, over and over for the better part of 3 years, and it was only when I left that he decided I might have been worth it... worth him.”

“But not you, you couldn’t help but run to your group chat and brag about your latest conquest, about how you made me feel wanted, only to rip it all out from under me the next morning and every day since. Honestly Jack, I think it's time you grew up a little. For Ben to confide in you how he was feeling and for you to just have blatant disregard for your so-called best mate. I can’t believe you would stoop so low. I know I'm in the wrong here too, but you are his best mate for crying out loud! How could you do this to him?”

“I don’t even want to hear what you have to say, I just needed to get that off my chest. Lose my number Jack, find some other hopeless girl that you can lure in with your foolish words and sweet nothings because I’m done. I’m done with whatever this was to you.”

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“You’re probably not going to believe me, but you have no idea how happy I am to see you here,” I heard from behind me, spinning around on my heels to see the ever-charming, boyish grin I used to love with my whole heart. This time, it's a different kind of love - it's an unconditional love shared between two people that are glad to exist together in the same crazy world.

“Federico, amore mio.” (Federico, my love) I stood up from my place on the bench at the Technical Headquarters and Training Ground of the Italian Football Federation, bringing the taller, heavily tattooed man into my arms. A gentle rock from him, side to side, to let me know that he can feel the weight of my moral compass.

“Vieni, cammina con me” (come, walk with me) He looped our arms together, and we strolled around the perimeter of the pitch that I was using to visualise my plays for the upcoming games. By the time we made it to the first set of goals, Fede had had enough of letting me mull over my own thoughts.

“Tesoro, Jorgi called one night a couple weeks ago. As smart as he is, it turns out he is hopeless at calming down an emotional female. While I'm not proud of knowing exactly how to calm you down, being that it was more often than not my fault you were inconsolable in the first place, I had to get some information out of him as to who upset my favourite girl in all of England.”

So I launched into the story, telling him everything from Mykonos to that fateful night a few weeks ago. Fede being Fede, he wanted to know everything, but I stopped just short of letting him know how many times Jack took me to paradise (much to his dismay). By the time I had wrapped up, we must have walked the pitch at least 3 times in its entirety, before retiring to the centre circle where we sat on opposite sides of the half way line staring at each other.

“I’m sorry that I ruined you for any other man,” Fede spoke solemnly.

“Fede, no - it was my stupid mistake to sleep with Jack.”

“No, let me finish amore. I’m sorry that I made you love me so deeply, and convinced you that the way I treated you was the right way, that the way I was with you was what you expect in every man to come after me. This Jack, he sounds just like me about 5 years ago - before I met you. But Ben, he sounds like the man I am trying to better myself to be, to be the man that deserves the kind of love you have to give.”

“I want you to listen to me. You need to fight for Ben. From what I have heard from both yourself and Jorgi-”

“That boy cannot keep his mouth shut to save himself,” I muttered under my breath.

“Amelia, you have a heart that deserves to be loved. Open yourself up to Ben. Tell him how you feel. From experience, you are very hard to ignore when you’re so vulnerable. Be honest with him, apologise, make him feel wanted, not like a second choice. Let him know how much you care for him, and equally how much you want him to care for you. He will see your sincerity and realise just how truly irresistible you are.”

Part 12. | la parte finale

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youralternantpersonality · 4 years

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The Altar

Seth x reader: The Altar

WARNING: Sad af.

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August of 1998—Pre-K

“HEY! Leave him alone!” Y/n pushes Leo, another kid in your grade, off the new kid at school.

“Y/n! What have I said about pushing other students?” Ms. Carmichael says, going up to Y/n.

“But he was hitting him! And no one was stopping it!” You yelled, stating facts to the wretched woman. She shakes her head and reaches to grab the new kid on the ground.

“Are you okay Seth?” The teacher helps the kid up. He nods his head and looks at you with a smile. “Well then, Seth, Y/n, Leo, follow me. The principal waits for you.” We follow the she-beast and you wait for your punishment. As you’re sitting outside waiting for Leo to get done with his lame of excuse, you sneak a conversation with the kid named Seth.

“Hey, Seth, right?” he looks at you with wide eyes and nods his head. “You okay? Fat butt in there is mean to everyone and tends to hurt the smaller kids.” He smiled at the name.

“I’m okay. Thank you…”

“Y/n, Y/n Y/L/n. at your service sir.” I said with a smile with a missing tooth. He smiles back.

“Woah, you already lost a tooth?”

“I lost three. See!” Y/n proceeds to show him your mouth and all your missing teeth.

“Woah…I’ve only lost two. And they’re a pain in the” looks around, “butt.” They both laugh at the word butt.

“Wanna be my best friend?” Y/n ask randomly.

“SURE!” he says with excitement.

“Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Clearwater! No talking!” Said the receptionist.

“Sorry.” They said in unison, looking at each other trying to not laugh.

October of 2007—7th grade; Halloween

“Oh, come on Seth! Tell me! Please…I’ll be your best friend!” Seth stops, looks at me with a grin and a side-eye.

“Y/n, we’re already best friends. What!?” he laughs, bumping shoulders with you.

“Okay, yes. But come on. Just tell me!”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“…”

“Vampire.” I look at him with a blank face. Then start laughing.

“Ugh, this is why I didn’t want to tell you.” He starts walking away.

“No, sorry. I wasn’t laughing at that. I was laughing at the fact that we were almost going as the same thing dum-dum.” He stops and smiles.

“Really?” he smiles.

“Yes. I was debating as a witch or a vampire. So, since you’re the vampire, I’ll be a witch.” You smile next to him. You were low-key laughing at it, but seeing as it is Seth, and anytime he looks anything but happy always hurts you, you could never laugh at him for certain things. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and you guys walk home to get ready.

“Bet I can beat you to my house.” He says pulling you down and taking off.

“NO FAIR!” you state chasing after him.

Summer of 2010—Before 10th-grade year.

Nothing. No call, no text, not even visitation. I had gone over to the Clearwater’s house yesterday, only to be turned away by Harry.

“Sorry Y/n, Seth still isn’t well.” Sue standing behind him with a sad look on her face.

“Can you at least tell him I stopped by, and to call me? I’m worried about him.” You say with tears in your eyes. Desperate to hear from your best friend and crush. You had developed hard feelings for the small raven head boy. He was everything to you always but was more before 8th-grade year. You didn’t know or understand what was happening, but you knew your feelings for Seth were nothing but genuine strong feelings.

The funny thing was you knew he felt it back. Those times where you two would get lost in each other’s eyes, the times where a kiss was almost shared but rudely interrupted by the arguments of Leah and Sue over trivial things. The slight touches and spark that flew between the two. Not even a blind person could miss the way you two responded to each other. Hell, your moms would secretly plan your wedding to one another. They even created a budget for the both of you for damn sakes!

But at that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that boy you’ve always loved was okay. And if you could get one word from him, everything would be fine. You saw Leah coming to the front door about to head off somewhere. She stops and looks at you with a defeated look on her face.

“Y/n/n. I was just heading out. Let me walk you home.” You knew, since childhood, not to question the girl who was, basically, your older sister. She always protected you and, unknowing to her, you idolized her. Her strong will and strength you gained came from watching Leah. You looked down and nodded your head and followed her. At your porch step, she finally said something that broke you to pieces.

“You and Seth are done. I’m sorry Y/n, but…Seth…he’s not the Seth you know. I’m sorry.” She says, running off somewhere. Your eyes followed her until she became blurry with tears. You started to hyperventilate and didn’t want to be home. So, you dropped your bag and ran. You didn’t know where you just ran in the opposite direction and didn’t stop until you were on the edge of the forest. You recall Harry telling you to never step into the forest after a bunch of people from Forks have gone missing. And abiding by his rules, you don’t. You find a spot near the tree line and let it out. You stay there for a while and let all the tears fall as the warm summer rain hits your skin.

May of 2012—Senior year; Graduation day.

After that faithful day where you cried near the forest, you vowed to try to get Seth to talk to you. You were determined to have him to say something, anything, about what the hell was going on. But all you got was the cold shoulder, a growl, or his friends telling you to back off. He wouldn’t even look at you. You became bitter and he became a thing of the past. Your feelings for him came to a halt as you lost touch with the boy you’ve always loved.

It finalized in the middle of the first semester that year. You decided to wait sometime after Harry’s death to return everything. Even at the funeral, he avoided you. It was then, your feelings harden, and everyone could see it. So, it was no shock to Sue when you came by to return his things in exchange for yours. Since he wasn’t home, you took that chance to do so and left without saying a word, a note, or anything. Plus, you doubt he would’ve noticed.

But he did. When he returned home that evening, he instantly knew you were in his room. He could not only feel it, but he smelt your fragrance, he smelt you. He noticed the trinkets, sweaters, and brush all gone. Some clothes you kept in the drawers, gone. Everything was gone. He then saw the box you left on his bed. He lifts the top only to discover everything he’d ever given you. A ring with a wolf on it that you only took off when you washed the dishes, took a shower, or was asleep. His sweaters and shirts he’d leave behind if he slept over. Hair ties you both shared; you guys had to color coordinate occasionally, he had red and you had purple.

On the floor, he noticed a bag of his shoes and clothes that he doubt he could fit any more. He looked at the stuff you returned and just stood there with his eyes closed and let the tears he had been holding in go. He hated everything that he was and everything that had happened. He hated Sam and his gag rule. He hated how because of this, his father died; he never blamed Leah, he blamed his genes. But most of all, he hated how he lost the love of his life, the woman he always saw himself with, who he wanted to marry, to grow old with. He hated how he lost Y/n. He was afraid to look; if she wasn’t his imprint, it would kill him. So, Seth just watched her from afar. He still looked after her when she didn’t notice. But he couldn’t risk it, even when his gut and friends told him to.

He felt two sets of arms wrap around him. Leah and Sue held onto him as he cried all of what he had been holding in. Memories of them since they were kids, those little moments of the almost that they had with one another. The time in 8th grade where he was ready to tell her that he loved her but chickened out when Kyle Graden asked her to the Spring dance.

“She’s gone.” Had been his final words before he broke down and let the pain ooze from him.

December of 2022—Y/n Wedding

“You’re going Seth, and that’s final,” Sue told her youngest cub as he begrudgingly got ready to go to the one celebration he wishes he could run away from. Y/n wedding. When they got the invitation, Seth pulled a Jacob and hightailed out of La Push. It had taken a month or so for him to get back, and when he did, he wasn’t him. He knew he had no right to stop it, he knew he had no say in anything. But it killed him finally having this day to come. A day he knew would come eventually. Her wedding day.

“Come on man. We know it hurts, but you guys haven’t seen each other in, what, 10 years. She’s probably changed! You may realize that she was just a crush and nothing more.” Paul says, attempting to be helpful. Seth cracks a noticeably fake smile and just gets up to go to the ceremony that is being held at the nearby chapel.

Once there, they guys situate in the back and carry on a conversation while Seth looks around the place. He laughed to himself, if he remembered correctly, which he did, he knew this wasn’t Y/n idea of a wedding. It was Christmas themed, with sparkles and fake snow everywhere. You hated the idea of holiday-themed anything (especially Christmas). The overrated holiday, along with Valentine’s Day, bothered you. So seeing this Winter Wonder Land shit, made him realize, this wasn’t you. At all.

“Yeah, Y/n/n did not plan this wedding,” Leah said next to Seth. Only validating what was Seth’s inner monologue. You then herd the music start and the bridesmaid and groomsman walk next to one another towards the front of the church. The groom waiting up there for Y/n; Seth loathed him. A hand was placed on his shoulder by Sam, who made him realize that this isn’t the time nor place. Seth continues to watch the scenery as the flower girls throwing sparkles and peddles on the ground. Leah gagging at the girly-like shit they both knew you hated. Then, the music tempo changed, and the pastor motioned us to rise.

Y/n walked next to her dad down the aisle and from what Seth could see, you were a sight to stare at. Pictures were being taken and smiles were being drawn your way as you continue to the piece of shit you were to marry.

“Yeah, she really had no control. She always hated cake topper dresses.” Everyone nodded at that. You may not have known or met pack, but from what they could tell from the memories Seth and Leah had and when they watched you from afar, they knew you hated the bullshit of the wedding you were having.

The wedding continued, vowels where said, and a kiss was shared. But that’s not what broke Seth, no, out of everything, it's not what killed him. When you turned after being pronounced as Mrs. Forayed, somehow, by the universe screaming, Seth was hit with the realization of his mistake. Air left his body as he fell dead weight to the seat beneath him. The second your eyes locked, everything slowed down, time stopped, even your heart skipped a beat. There was no one in that room except you two and the shadow of regret clouding over him and the love breaking through your heart for the boy you love.

“Seth…Are you-” Jacob said.

“It was her…” Everyone looked at one another, then at you. Your eyes didn’t leave that spot and you felt something stir within you. The arm wrapped around your waist pulled you back to reality as you faked a smile at your husband. Feeling bad that it is not him you want but knowing that you can’t turn back.

Seth left in a hurry, leaving everyone without a second thought. While in the car on her way to the reception, a howl in the distance could be heard.

If only he looked at her once, it would have been them at the altar.

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