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sethsclearwater · 4 months

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hey i have a request!

so in sm fics the reader is always cuddled in between the boys and i love it its so cute but i cant help but imagine how unbearably hot it would be being in between both of them so could i request a silly fluffy blurb of the reader cuddling with paul and seth and she’s sweating because its so hot so she tries to get away from them and they are so offended and she’s giggling and they like playfully attack her and force her to lay with them

so cutie lol!

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"fuck me," you whined, quickly sitting up when you realized just how hot you were getting from laying inbetween not one, but two boys who ran temperatures of a steady 108 degrees on a good day. today though, it felt like they were literally furnaces and you absolutely despised feeling hot and sticky.

you reached over seth to grab your hydroflask, taking multiple rather large gulps of water before deciding you had cooled off enough, "you're so dramatic, you know that?" paul asked, still sprawled out on the bed with your other imprinter on the other side of you, both looking rather disgruntled by the fact that you'd sat up while they were trying to cuddle with you.

you took one final sip before turning to glare at paul, "i literally feel like i'm in a sauna. it's way too hot down there," you admitted, shuddering at the thought of having to be that hot again the second you laid back down in between the two boys.

seth cracked a smile at your dramatic shudder, taking your hydroflask from you so he could set it back down on the table next to the bed while you and paul continued your theatrical bickering.

"you weren't whining about that last night when i was-" paul began but you were quick to cut him off with a loud gasp, playfully smacking his sweatpant clad thigh to show your disapproval of the lewd comment you guessed was about to come out of his mouth.

"paul lahote!" you laughed, "that was different and you know it!" you exclaimed, all three of you laughing at your miserable attempt to defend yourself against paul's (very sexual but albeit true) allegations.

paul rolled his eyes, a casual smirk on his face and one arm bent to rest a hand behind his head as he watched the way your cheeks turned a bright pink over your embarrassment, "seth tell him-" you attempted to get your other boyfriend to jump in to aid in your defense before paul could make another comment about you ogling his shirtless body.

seth just let out a breathy laugh, "pretty girl," the pet name rolled off his tongue so easily and you couldn't seem to contain the way your stomach erupted into butterflies over it, both seth and paul knowing all too well just how flustered they could easily make you, "why don't you lay back down and i'll turn the fan on, yea?" he suggested and paul didn't seem to take too kindly to seth's gentle tone, instead just grabbing you by your hips and manhandling you back down into the bed.

you were laughing, playfully pushing paul's hands off your hips which had him just wrapping his beefy arms around you to hold you tight against his chest. before the two of you could get too into it, you felt some much needed reprieve as the cool air from the fan hit your skin, "better?" seth asked as he got back into bed with you and paul, rolling over so he could spoon you and press a gentle kiss to your neck.

you hummed and nodded, peeking over your shoulder to smile at him, "much better," you reassured, pecking his lips before turning back to paul to do the same for him.

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tyb1 · 1 year

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Standing In The Rain

pairings: Seth x reader

summary: after weeks of not talking due to secrets being held Seth finally confronts the reader while standing in the rain

warnings: angst then fluff 😋

w/c: 1087

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A/N: Thank you guys for 1,000+ notes on Rainy Days ♥️🥺

“So you’re just going to leave me out in the rain!?” Seth yelled, his hands waving in the air as he tried his best to get your attention.

The rain poured down on the roof of your car, you sat watching the wipers push the hard rain off of your windows. Everything was calm for a few seconds, you had just arrived back from your night class. The news that was spreading on the radio caught your attention, and that was one of the reasons why you decided to sit in the car, the other was the rain that was pouring down. The final one was your boyfriend standing in the middle of your driveway blocking you from entering your house.

It has been approximately a week since you last spoke to him, it honestly didn’t bother you. Every time you thought about him you grew irritated with him and the situation he put you in. No explanation could honestly bring you out of this funk that you were in, however, if you didn’t allow him into your car your parents would come outside and invite him into your house.

With the most stoic facial expression, you unlocked the door, you kept your eyes on him as he made his way around to your car. Once he touched bases in your passenger seat you went back to what you were doing before he interrupted you. Seth on the other hand was pushing every button on the heat to get warm.

Your eyes raised with the utmost cockiness there was, “I thought you couldn’t get sick. Isn’t that the werewolf within you?”

Seth turned to look at you, from the corner of your eye you could still see the water pellets dropping from his skin. “Yeah, but I’m still soaking wet from the water. I’ve been standing out there for like 26 minutes.” He continued to ramble about the rain getting into his ears making them hurt when they dry. And how he was going to smell like a wet dog since his clothes were all muddy. He talked and talked until he finally stopped, he noticed that you weren’t listening to him. Your eyes were glued to your garage, too deep in your thoughts to even give a damn about what he was saying.

“Can I explain myself?” He asked, he reached into your back seat to grab a spare shirt of yours. His hands ran through his hair as he tried his best to dry it with the cotton material.

You looked down at your apple watch, it was already going on 9 at night. Your curfew was at 10 so that meant he only had approximately 10 minutes to explain himself.

“There’s honestly nothing to explain, I’ve heard it all Seth.” You turned to look at him, he was staring back at you with the utmost remorseful look. You could tell he meant no harm from the situation but it hurt knowing that he lied. “It hurts more knowing that I had to hear it from them rather than you.”

His eyes softened as he began to speak, “I know, trust me I was going to tell you but I didn’t want it to be too much on you. You know the whole werewolf thing is one thing but imprinting is a whole other situation. That was something special I was supposed to tell you.”

With your arms crossed you leaned back into the chair. The flashback of that day came dancing back into your head. The boys joking around with their girlfriends, Seth walked away from the group for one second and the beans were spilled. He could’ve warned the boys that you didn’t know, you sat there looking stupid with tears in your eyes. They told you what imprinting was, it sounded like Seth was only with you because he had to. You genuinely had a love for Seth Clearwater and it hurt to know that the same love that you had for him wasn’t the same for him. Seth's love was forced upon him, he had no choice but to you love.

Forcefully your eyes closed, and the hurt you felt from the weeks prior started to emerge. You could feel Seth pulling your arm into him. You didn’t bother to put up a fight, you allowed your body to melt into his wet one. “They made it seem like you’re only with me because of fate. Like we’re supposed to be in love because you imprinted on me. It honestly sounds creepy Seth.” You mumbled into his shirt, you could hear his heartbeat getting faster by the minute. He was nervous.

“See, That’s exactly why I didn’t want to tell you yet. It’s so much more than that (Y/N). I’m not with you because I imprinted on you, I’m with you because I genuinely have a love for you and I want to be with you.” His head rested on top of yours as he tapped his fingers gently against your skin.

“I don’t like the secrets Seth, that’s why I was so upset with you. You can’t hide things like this from me no matter how bad you think they are.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I was just trying to do the right thing. It’s a lot to take on but trust me when I say that I didn’t want to hurt you. I would never do that to you (Y/N). From now on no more secrets.”

He held out his pinky finger which you wrapped your own tightly around. That sealed the deal about everything you two just talk about Looking up at Seth you could see the moonlight reflecting off of his brown eyes, he looked like he was in deep thought. His eyes were panned out to the rain. Gently you shook his arm catching his attention, “Seth, I’m not blaming you for any of this. I guess I was just stuck in my own ways. I understand that you wanted to wait for my well-being which I respect so much about you. But next time could you please give your boys head-ups.” You laughed, Seth nodded his head. The biggest grin on his face.

With one hand under your chin, he brought your lips up to his. “You don’t have to worry about anything else princess.” He whispered those words against your lips before closing the space with his own.

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ivorydragoness44 · 3 months

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Seth Clearwater x Reader: Couch Cushion

Word Count: 411 Summary: The Reader is very sleepy, nearly exhausted from not sleeping too well. After they doze off for a while, they wake up to find Seth snuggling with them. Will they find a solution to their recent lack of sleep?

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The clock displayed the time: a little after three. If it were three in the morning, you would have been happier. You would have welcomed sleep with open arms. However, it was three in the afternoon. At least it was the weekend. The need for sleep gently pulled your eyelids closed. You fought it off each time. But the comfort of the couch and the relaxation that you finally felt was the perfect combination. And soon, you gave up. Giving in to the notion that your mundane plans would have to wait a little while longer.

All too soon, your eyes opened. If not for your eyes locking with the little hands on the clock, you could have sworn that sleep had been merely a tease. But time had passed. Thankfully, no so much as to overwhelm you with a rush of needs to be done. A difference had been made during your short slumber. Warmth. Wiggling your fingers, they padded over a plush blanket. One that you were certain had been in another room entirely. But, blanket aside, your back was much warmer than the rest of your body. There could only be one portable heater that could emit such warmth.

“Seth?” “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” His voice was small, but very close. “No,” you assured, “I probably would’ve woken up anyway.” Seth nuzzled his face into the crock of your neck. “You’d think you were the one going on patrols at night,” he teased lightly. “I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s subconscious. I’ve just been waking up every time I hear even the faintest howl. It hasn’t happened before.” Snuggling back into him, you pulled the hem of the blanket up closer. “Maybe you just like to listen to the howls so much that you don’t want to miss a single one? Even if you’re sleeping.” You gave a short laugh. “I guess I could try listening to music instead. It’s either that, or psych myself out of it.” “Yeah,” he agreed. “I don’t think it will last forever. But I’ll bring it up to Leah and Jacob. Maybe we can get everybody to be a little more quiet. If only for a few days.” “Thanks.” Seth pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and held you tighter to him. “It’s not like you all can’t just talk with your minds, you know,” you added, making Seth chuckle. “We’re just a talkative bunch, I guess.”

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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Hello, I was wondering if you could please do something about Seth and his brand being a very lively girl who is really into anime and loves to cosplay and him letting her do her makeup, or them being super silly and innocent at the beginning of their relationship and Seth is super stressed and the reader is there to comfort him and give him a massage, or a girl who is always teasing and flirting with him and making him super nervous and embarrassed, but one day he decides to fight back, thank you❤️

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— Seth knew you always liked doing makeup, and you were always asking to do his. Finally, he lets you.

“Are you done yet, my love?” He doesn’t open his eyes like you had previously ordered, a sound of protest leaving your mouth making him press his lips together.

“Hush! I’m almost done!” You giggled, patting the dots of concealer you put on his face. "I am almost done."

Seth smiled, humming as the soft bristles brushed against the corner of his eye, a soft kiss to his nose making him smile. "Done?"

"Done."

He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the feeling. It makes you giggle as he scrunched his nose, another soft kiss to his nose letting you put a mirror up to his face. "Look at yourself! You look so pretty!"

He blinked a few times to get used to it, smiling when he saw the eyeliner and eyeshadow with a bit of highlighter and mascara. "You did so good, my love."

"I know," you giggled, pulling his face closer to yours, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. "So glad you finally let me do your makeup. You look so good."

"Hey Seth-" Leah paused when she saw you in his lap, Seth's face covered in makeup. "What... is going on?"

Leah knew the both of you were together, and that Seth imprinted on you the moment he saw you, but this was slightly confusing. "I did Seth's makeup! Doesn't he look pretty?"

Leah finally smiles. "Very pretty. See you guys tomorrow."

"Bye Leah!" You giggle, waving as Seth pressed his face into your neck as she walked out. "See? She thinks you look pretty too!"

"You did it," he responded, looking up at you. "You did so good."

"Thank you, my love. I love you."

"I love you too, honey."

— Seth has always been extremely open about your relationship, lovey dovey and playful, but something has been making Seth stressed, and you're determined to help him out.

Ever since the beginning of your relationship, Seth was open about your relationship, putting on full display how much he loved you. It was kind of hard since you both went to two different schools, but when he saw you, it was all on display, especially today on the beach.

You had just gotten out of the water, his arms covering your body as you leaned back against his chest. His face was tucked into your neck, lips softly pressing kisses to your skin as you stared at the waves slam against the shore, leaning closer to him.

“Ah, look at the love birds!”

Seth rolls his eyes at Paul’s voice, tensing as you softly rub his forearm. He had planned this date so secretly — he made sure his pack mates didn’t know about it because he refused to think about it so no one would barge in. Obviously, it didn’t work very well, and his private time with you was ruined.

“Woah, Seth! Didn’t know you didn’t want me here that badly,” Paul laughed, sitting next to the two of you. “Hey pretty lady, how are you doing?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Fuck off, Paul.”

“Don’t you finish thinking that thought, Paul,” Seth’s voice is strong as he glared at his friend, shaking his head. “Just go away, man.”

“What if I don’t want to go away? What if I want to be here and spend time with you and the pretty lady?” Paul teased making you stand up, quickly pulling your bathing suit cover down.

“Seth, let’s go.”

“What, am I making you uncomfortable, Y/N?” Paul stood as Seth did the same, quickly coming in front of you and shoving him back.

"Get back. Now." You didn't know if Seth was talking to you or Paul, but as soon as Paul shifted, so did Seth.

He was always so pissed off, especially with his anger issues, but as soon as Seth bent down so you could get on his back, you both were off. You could feel that he wasn't in the right place of mind to fight Paul, especially now with how pissed off Seth was.

He always knew how to control himself, though.

As soon as he got to his home though, Leah gone and his mother of course with Charlie, giving Seth some privacy to change before knocking and walking into his room with confirmation. He was laying face down, jean shorts riding low on his hips as you slowly laid down on his back.

"You okay?" You whispered, softly kissing his shoulder blade as he hummed softly, reaching back to hold your hand with his. "Seth."

"Hm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Sorry, honey," Seth whispered, squeezing your hand in his. "Just... stressed."

His words make you sigh, softly kissing against his warm back before sitting on his waist. You softly rubbed his back, leaning down just enough to kiss his skin as you slowly push out the tension in his back.

"I'm right here, baby. Right here, I'll help you," you whisper back, smiling as he let out loud, relieved groans. You smiled when you saw him physically relax under your touch, his hands tightly balled up into fists. "Does it hurt?"

"Just a little bit, but it feels so much better than before. Thank you, honey."

"Just want to make sure you're relaxed, my love. Just... hate seeing you all tense and stressed."

He merely hums, reaching back to squeeze your thigh as you pull back your wet hair, leaning down to softly press a kiss to his back, both of you in too much of your own world to notice Leah coming home and yelling out for him.

"Seth, I fucking swear, if you-" she paused when she saw you both on his bed, you in merely a bathing suit and Seth shirtless. "Oh."

You raise your hands in innocence, cheeks flushed red. "I was just giving him a massage!"

She starts laughing loudly, almost chortling. "Sure!"

"Leah, get out!"

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purple-imagines · 11 months

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Burning

Pairing - Seth Clearwater x Reader

Summary - Reader/Imprint feels when Seth dies in Volturi battle

Warnings - death, swearing, angst

Word Count - 807

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The imprints were sitting around the table at Emily and Sam’s house. The wolves left a bit over an hour ago. They wanted the girls to stay together, just in case.

Also, they needed the moral support of each other. They knew how bloody this battle could get.

They prayed no one would get hurt, hopefully they can convince the Volturi that Renesmee isn’t a threat.

Y/N wished they wouldn’t have gone. They owed the Cullens nothing, of course she didn’t want them to get hurt, but she’d rather them than Seth, Leah, or any of the other guys.

She understood why, because of Jacobs imprint, she just wanted it to be different.

The house was quiet, they tried to talk to get their minds off of the impending battle, but nothing could. If they guys were here, there wouldn’t be a second of silence. They were so loud.

Emily got up from the table, heading into the kitchen. A minute later she came back with a refilled glass of water. “They’re going to be ok.” She whispered to the girls.

Anything louder would have felt wrong.

“Do you think they’re fighting?” Kim asked, quietly.

Emily’s face fell a bit more, “I don’t know.” She answered honestly.

All the girls glanced around at each other. They knew what the others were thinking. No one would say it aloud, but if the battle didn’t happen they would be back anytime.

Carlisle told them the Volturi could be hard to convince though, and with Alice gone, it would be near impossible.

Some time has passed, the girls even more stressed than they were an hour ago. “They’re fighting.” Y/N whimpered out.

They all let out stressed sighs. “They have to be ok.” Rachel says, “They’re going to be ok.” They all wanted to believe what she was saying, but it wasn’t probable. At the very least, one of their wolves wouldn’t be coming home.

Y/N could feel her eyes feel with tears, she couldn’t lose Seth. He was her rock. When she had no one else, he was still there. She can’t live without him, how could she?

Emily grabbed ahold of her hand, giving her a nod, also with tearful eyes.

It had been two and a half hours since they left, all the girls were praying they were on their way home.

They were still sitting at the table, waiting. Y/N let out a gasp, grabbing her chest. Her body felt like it was on fire, everything burned.

The other three girls jumped up, running towards her. “What’s wrong?” Emily grabbed her arm.

“I-I ca-” She stuttered out, not able to breathe. Her throat was throbbing, it felt like someone had ripped out her trachea.

“Get some water.” Emily told Kim, making her run into the kitchen. “Help me get her to the couch.” She told Rachel.

Y/N let out a groan of pain. Emily set her on the couch. “Water?” She asked the girl, getting a head shake in return.

Her head felt like someone was beating it with a mallet. Her body engulfed in flames. Everything hurt. More painful than anything she’s ever felt.

“Eh- Everyy-” She tried to explain, Emily gently shushed her. “It’ll be ok, you can explain later.”

After about five minutes the burning feeling was subsiding, her head was still pounding and her throat still aching horribly.

“Headache?” She whisped out, Emily sent Rachel to get some tylenol from her bathroom cabinet.

Y/N took the medicine with the glass of water, her throat ached more after she did it. “My head and throat hurt so much.”

Emily was kneeled in front of her, her hands on Y/N knees, rubbing her soothingly. “You can talk when you're ready, just let us know what you need.”

After about ten more minutes, her throat still felt raw but talking didn’t hurt as much. Her head was now a dull ache.

“I don’t know what happened.” She said, all attention fell onto her. “My body felt like it was on fire, my head started throbbing, and my throat felt like someone stepped on it, multiple times.”

All the girls were confused, what did this mean? Why did this happen?

“We can ask the guys when they get back?” Kim suggested.

The thought of Seth gave Y/N a thought, a terrible one. “Oh my gosh.” Her eyes fill with tears, some slipping. Emily held onto the girl as she broke down. “Oh my gosh,” she repeated.

“What is it?” Rachel asked, not understanding. Y/N sniffled, “what if- oh my gosh. Seth…”

Emily understood what she meant, her eyes also glossing over, “we don’t know that.”

“It's the only explanation, Em.”

Emily stayed quiet, knowing she was right.

Y/N let out a scream of anguish, completely breaking down on Emily's couch, as Emily, Kim, and Rachel held her in their arms.

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imaginebeyondyourdreams · 1 year

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The Journey: Part 2

*Hello! This is part 2 to the witch Seth scenario! Hope ya’ll enjoy!

Over the next few weeks, you learned 3 things:

1. Seth was a shapeshifter.

2. He was also your soulmate.

3. He didn't know witches existed and you didn't know how to tell him.

You weren't sure how you were supposed to tell him that not only witches exist, but that his very own imprint was one. You and Seth had grown close over the past few weeks, especially after he told you about imprinting and you realized he really was your soulmate. You saw each other almost every day and texted each other constantly, so keeping your secret had been pretty hard. Not only did you want to tell him, but keeping your powers hidden had been difficult. The whole pack didn't know witches existed but with their mind link, you knew as soon as Seth found out, the others would too.

"What are you thinking about?" Seth's voice drew you from your thoughts. You looked over from where you sat next to him on the log. You were currently at the beach with the pack, sitting around the bonfire as most of the boys were rough housing not too far away and the girls sat across from you, chatting amongst themselves.

"Oh, nothing," you smiled at him. You couldn't tell him here. Especially not in front of everyone.

"You sure? You looked pretty deep in thought," he was always so observant when it came to you. He watched your every move, as if enamored with everything you did.

"Yeah, it's not important," but it was. You just didn't have the heart to tell him yet. You were scared that he'd be freaked out, even though deep down you knew he'd still care for you.

"It's you. Of course it's important," he smiled as he reached over, grabbing your hand.

"It's really not," you squeezed his hand, glancing over at the girls who weren't very far away. He followed your gaze before standing up, pulling you with him.

"Let's go for a walk," he smiled and told everyone what the two of you were doing before heading towards the forest trail, your hands intertwined. When you got a good distance away, he stopped and turned to you, "Okay. It's just the two of us. What's really going on? Something is bugging you, I can tell."

"It's nothing, Seth," you began again, squeezing his hand again, "It's not that big of a deal."

"If it wasn't, then you would tell me," he said, grabbing your other hand in his, pulling you closer to him, "Please, you can tell me anything."

"I… I guess I'm nervous. What I have to tell you… it's a lot," you waited as he just looked at you, waiting for you to continue, "You're probably going to freak out on me."

"I won't freak out," he said, laughing slightly as he shook his head.

"Okay…" You didn't know how to begin. You've never had to tell anyone outside the coven that you were a witch. "Do you believe in magic?"

"I'm a shape-shifting warrior who fights vampires," he looked at you as if the answer was obvious, "I think on some level, yeah, magic has to exist."

"Not the magic that causes you to shapeshift," you began, letting go of his hands, "but kind of like you see in the movies. Like witches and warlocks."

"Why are you asking me this?"

"I guess…" you sighed, walking a little away in thought before turning back to him, "Do you believe people who use magic exist?"

"I can't say I know it does, but yeah, I guess if werewolves and vampires exist, then witches could too," he shrugged, looking at you, "Why?"

"I am," you said, stepping closer and talking quietly, "A witch, I mean. I'm a witch."

"A witch? You? Right," he laughed slightly, shaking his head, "____, I think I know you well enough to know you're human."

"I'm not, not really. I am a witch, I've just kept it hidden from you," you grimaced as you looked at him, waiting for him to speak. You watched him watch you for what seemed like ages before he opened his mouth again.

"I…Are you being serious?" He asked carefully, not wanting to upset you when he didn't want to believe you, "Like 100% serious right now?"

"Yes, Seth, I'm not joking," you said, crossing your arms, "I didn't want to tell you. I was afraid of what you would think but I don't want to keep it from you anymore. I'm tired of hiding who I am from my soulmate. That's what you are, by the way. My soulmate. Just like I'm your imprint."

"I mean, I guess I understand why you hid it," he sighed, running his hand through his hair, "but it wouldn't change how I feel about you. You're my other half, human or not." He stepped forward, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him, "I mean, if you're being serious, that's kind of cool. My imprint is a witch?"

"Yeah… you don't want me to prove it to you?" You were shocked. He was taking this pretty well, but Seth had always been more accepting of the vampires than the rest of his pack, so you suppose a witch wasn't too far stretched in his mind.

"I mean, I'd love to see it, but I don't think you'd ever lie to me like that, so if you don't want to show me yet, I understand," he hugged you against him, smiling down at you.

"I'd love to show you," you muttered quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck and reaching up, planting a gentle kiss against his lips, "How did I get such a good soulmate?"

"About that," he began, a smirk gracing his features, "I'm your soulmate, huh? How long have you known?"

"I had a feeling the first time I met you, but I knew for sure when you told me about the imprint bond and your shifting," you smiled as he hugged you tighter, "I'm really happy you're not upset with me."

"I could never be upset at you for something like this, ____," he smiled down at you, brushing your hair out of your face with his hand, "I love you, no matter what."

"I love you too, Seth." You blushed slightly, as it was the first time you both spoke those words to each other.

"I've been wanting to tell you that for a while, just didn't want to scare you," he mumbled, blushing as well, "It's nice to know that you feel the bond as strongly as I do."

"I've been wanting to tell you, too. I just didn't want to say it until you knew the truth."

"Should we head back? I'm sure the pack is wondering where we are," he jerked his head towards the beach as he spoke.

"Yeah… should we tell them tonight about me?" You worried that they wouldn't accept you like Seth did.

"Only if you want to," he said, kissing your forehead gently.

"I just want to get it over with," you replied, leaning into his embrace. He nodded before leading you back to the beach where the next challenge awaited you.

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since02fanficrecs · 2 years

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"You want me to be all doom and gloom, or just shut up?"

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seraphina-botanica · 1 year

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Seth Clearwater Headcanons

Seth picks flowers for his mum every chance he gets, sometimes he even picks some for Leah

He despises any form of nudity (it makes him very uncomfortable) which makes pack life difficult

He's a silly little history nerd

He loves cats

When his dad passed away, he started to wear his cologne as a way to remember him and remind his family of their lost loved one

He used to volunteer to help with the little kids on the Res and their activities (before he phased) (he liked fingerpainting the best)

He collects sea glass

He hates fish

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Stay - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Happy 2024! I honestly didn't know what to call this, but I just kept writing and now I'll probably need a part 2 🙃 enjoy 💕 2.8K words

"You have no idea how excited I am. I mean just how long have I been begging you to come live with me?" Emily grinned into the phone that was tucked between her shoulder and ear. She paced the kitchen while whisking a bowl of brownie mix, mindlessly chatting away.

"I must warn you though that the house does get chaotic. But the boys are pretty good about keeping up after themselves," she said while swatting away Embry's hand that almost made a dip in the bowl. He put his hands up in self defense as she rolled her eyes.

"Sounds great. Sam will pick you up at the airport tomorrow at noon. Let me know if you need anything else, and have a safe flight. I love you!" She she set the bowl on the counter, hanging up the phone.

"Was that Y/N? She's moving in tomorrow?" Quil questioned from the table with a mouth full of chips.

"Yes, and I trust that you boys will be on your best behavior in welcoming her..." Emily raised her eyebrow as she pointed a dripping whisk of batter at all the men now surrounding the kitchen.

"Depends, is she hot?" Embry snickered as he sat down.

"Oh....she is." Quil emphasized with wide eyes.

"Get it Embry!" Paul snorted as he clapped him on the back, reaching over into Quil's bag of chips.

"They WILL be on their best behavior. And no one will be 'getting' shit." The booming voice of Sam emerged behind Emily, wrapping his arms around her torso.

He reached his head over her shoulder as she let him lick what was left on the whisk, earning a disgusted "Seriously?" from Quil.

"Hey, but what if she's my imprint??" Embry held his up his finger to argue.

"You know that would be a different story...but we know already she isn't Quil's" Sam smirked at the youngest pack members now disappointed face.

"You guys are kidding right? I've seen pictures. Shes insanely out of all your leagues." Jacob quipped as he strolled to the living room.

"Anything is better than my crushes newborn infant..." Embry muttered under his breath, making all the boys cower in laughter.

"Oh yeah? You wanna say that again?" Jacob challenged.

Sam walked around in between them, looking from side to side at them both.

"THIS is what Emily is talking about. Keep the fights outside boys. I mean it. Just because Y/N knows about the pack doesn't mean she won't get scared if you clowns nearly phase in the kitchen. Are we clear?"

The two reluctantly nodded, Jacob sulking away to the living room.

"But come on, that was kinda funny.." Embry whispered, making the other boys giggle.

Paul shook his head with a smile at his little brother, leaving the room to shower before dinner.

There was something about the conversation that stuck with Paul throughout the night. Since Sam had met Emily, all of his brothers wanted imprints. They all saw what it was like to have one up close, and craved it desperately. He grimaced at the thought. The idea of a "soulmate" sounded ridiculous to Paul.

The problem wasn't that he didn't believe in it. Anybody could see the intense love that imprints had for one another, their bond growing with them until old age.

But Paul was not familiar with the term love. He never did get to see the love between his father and mother. She had been his imprint, but passed long before Paul could remember much about her. He watched his father struggle emotionally, never being able to get through the grief of her loss. Sure, he raised Paul as best he could, but deep down it was his mother that would have filled the void in their quiet house.

Things did get a little brighter when Paul joined the pack. For the first time he truly felt like he was part of a real family. He came home to hot meals, genuine laughter, and lively conversation. Not only had he gained a group of brothers, but ones with unwavering loyalty. None of them ever strayed away when Paul lost control of his temper, and were the first ones to help him learn to control it.

Maybe that was the reason he never looked for anything serious when it came to women. What was the point? One little outburst and they were out the door quicker than they had come in. He didn't allow himself to feel anything for them, because they'd end up leaving, and he was saving himself the heart break anyways.

Paul lay awake that night certain about one thing, he didn't need an imprint.

You inhaled the crisp fall air. Smiling wide as you looked up the steps to the new home awaiting you, the patio adorned in different flowers and cutesy outdoor decor.

"Oh Em it's just how I remember. You always make it look so cozy," you said as you squeezed the arm of your cousin beside you.

She returned your same smile.

"You're too sweet. I just can't believe you're really here. Come on, I'll introduce you to the boys."

You followed her up the steps, walking through the door to the warm smell of baked goods, no doubt that Emily had been up all night. You chuckled to yourself as you remember how she would go overboard on food whenever she was excited about something and couldn't sleep.

What you weren't used to, however, was being greeted by the several shirtless men. All incredibly in shape with tattoos on their arms, you might have been intimidated if it weren't for their cheesy smiles.

Emily gestured to each of them,

"You remember Quil, and that's Embry, Jacob, Seth, andddd well," she looked around puzzled for a moment. "I guess I'll introduce you to Paul whenever he comes around."

You waved at Quil and shook the other's hands.

There must have been some sort of inside joke, because as you finished with introductions you saw Sam laugh while they collectively let out a small sigh.

You don't think you were meant to hear it, but you caught Sam whisper at Embry,

"Better luck next time kid."

Emily didn't make a big deal of whatever it was, guiding you to your room.

After you got settled in, you found yourself strolling the hallway, looking over all the framed pictures on the wall. You had been over the moon when Emily had found Sam. You've never seen her so happy before, and you could tell he looked at her in the exact same way.

Not paying attention when the bathroom door opened, you collided with a large bare chest that stepped into the hall.

You gasped as two strong arms to match caught you before you fell, luckily, and you embarrassingly faced the one man you of course had no former introduction with.

"I am so, so sorry. I-"

"No no it's fine, are you-"

Both of you started and stopped mid sentence. Your attention had been captured when you two locked eyes. It was like you had been anchored to the floor by them. This warm, fuzzy energy had your entire body buzzing. It was so silent that you could hear your own blood flow in your ears. You furrowed your eyebrows in the haze. What the hell...

"ARE YOU SHITTING ME??"

A loud voice cut through the trance and you flinched at the abrupt sound. The man held you slightly tighter for a moment, as if he was about to protect you from whatever had interrupted you both in this hypnotic state.

Turning around so you both could see that the voice had been Embry, the man looked back and quickly dropped his arms, as if he just realized he had been holding you that whole time.

An unfamiliar emptiness lingered when he let go. He quickly averted his gaze, mumbling another apology before brushing past you, into a room, shutting the door.

His imprint. Right there. In the hallway of his own home.

Paul couldn't breathe.

He sat on the edge of his bed, nervously running his hands through his hair in a panic.

You were beautiful.

Breathtaking.

Your smell was intoxicating and your skin was so, so very soft. Your voice sounded like an angel. Your hair-

No.

No, he couldn't let himself think like this. He didn't need an imprint. Didn't even want one in the first place.

Was this some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on him? This girl could have anyone she wants. Why him?

Emily's call for dinner had him taking deep breaths. He could do this. They could live amongst eachother and not have to talk. There's ton of people in this house, it would be rare that the two of them would ever be alone. Right? Right. He could do this.

He walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. Wake up. It's just some girl. No different than the many that he had been with. Hell, if he could have sex with someone and never think of them again, he could do it. They had barely exchanged a sentence. Barely touched. He would be fine.

You sat down at the table, trying to behave as normal as possible. What happened in the hall was nothing. Whiplash. Yes, it was probably the whiplash from running into him. The poor guy seemed shy, and he was most likely just as shook up as you. It was a small accident and nothing more. He certainly didn't seem angry or upset, just caught off guard.

But wow....was he handsome. Certainly more attractive than any lousy guy you'd ever been with. He had this aroma of sandalwood and forest that was enchanting.

Okay, slow down Y/N. Let's not walk in on the first day and jump on some guy. After all, you two are going to be living together. Maybe don't make him uncomfortable in his own home. You shook your head to yourself. Just forget about the whole thing and it will be fine.

Luckily, Emily had started conversations around the table, easily able to take your mind elsewhere.

That was, until he came in the room. There was a beat of silence when he entered, the other boys seeming to look at him like they were anticipating something. When he didn't make a sound or even look up to anyone, slumping at the table and taking a plate, the conversations arose again.

Dinner was excellent as usual for Emily's cooking, and besides your beating heart constantly begging you to look at the man near the end of the table, it was almost normal.

It was when Emily put delicious brownies on the table, that it took a turn for the worse.

"I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN. SHUT THE FUCK ALONE ABOUT IT" Everyone's head turned to the angry voice. It was him. He was so visibly upset that he was shaking, staring daggers at Embry beside him. Slamming his fists on the table as he stood up, you let an audible gasp slip.

That's when he looked at you for the second time that night. It was a far reach, but somehow you saw his eyes soften. The crinkles of anger in his eyebrows vanished, and he swallowed, before bolting out the door. Sam immediately followed, and Emily sighed, reaching out to touch your arm.

"I'm sorry about Paul. He's very.....expressive sometimes."

Paul.

"Leave me alone Sam."

Paul sighed through the mind link, his large wolf racing through the trees.

He didn't mean it. He never means it. But Embry would simply not stop talking. First it was meaningless. He asked what imprinting felt like. Paul had shrugged it off as nothing crazy, hoping he'd drop it there. Then, he had asked him if he planned on pursuing the imprint. Of course he told him he wasn't. He didn't need a soulmate. No matter what his instincts told him. But then, Embry had smiled and thanked him, telling him that you were now "fair game".

That had been when he lost it.

He stopped on the edge of a cliff, breathing in the fresh water air. Sam slowly approached his side.

"Embry only said that to get a rise out of you, you know."

Paul scoffed.

"He can do whatever he wants. I don't care about her."

"Oh you don't?" Sam didn't sound so convinced.

"Even if I did, she wouldn't want me. Did you....did you see the look on her face when I yelled?" Paul replayed it over and over. You had looked absolutely frightened.

"There is a reason she was chosen to be your imprint Paul. You don't know Y/N. She is patient, and most of all understanding. If you talked to her-"

"I don't need to talk to her. I am perfectly fine alone. I don't need a woman, and I definitely don't need an imprint."

Sam sighed.

"Paul. You can do what you want. I'm not the type of alpha to force you to love someone. But believe me when I say that I had a dark past. I was also comfortable with being alone. Emily is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Having a conversation with her doesn't mean there will be wedding bells tomorrow. All I'm saying is you don't know unless you try."

Paul nodded, and Sam left him with his thoughts.

You stared at the numbers on your phone screen. 2:00am. You huffed in frustration. Your mind had been a constant replay of the events today, your mind spiraling. You had settled on the fact things around here were weird, when you had visited Emily and accidentally caught sight of Sam in wolf form. But this energy couldn't have anything to do with that. Could it?

You decided to make yourself some tea to try and relax. Knowing Emily you knew there had to be some in the kitchen. You tip toed in the dark, your body stiffening as you recognized a familiar muscular back that sat at the kitchen table in a dim light.

You were ready to retreat back to your room when he turned his head around to look at you.

Damn, wolves must have good hearing.

"I was just....going to make some tea.." you pointed to the cabinet awkwardly.

He nodded, looking back down at what appeared to be a cup of coffee.

He couldn't sleep either?

You mindlessly tapped your fingers against the counter as you awaited the kettle, praying that if you stared at it long enough, it would speed up the process.

Fuck, was this torture. You were like a goddess, standing there in your pajamas, hair astray and up in a haphazard bun. He imagined walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, soaking in your warmth while he pressed gentle kisses on your neck. He wondered what it sounded like to hear you laugh...

STOP STARING. Say something. Anything. Just. Try.

He cleared his throat. It must have startled you because you quickly turned to face him.

"I'm...sorry. About what you saw earlier. That's not like me. I-Embry, he can get under my skin sometimes," he rubbed the back of his head.

"But that's no excuse. I'm-um, Im Paul, by the way."

He lifted his hand up in an almost wave. Why was he so awkward? He was never this way with women.

You giggled, and suddenly, he felt like he was in heaven.

"Y/N. And no worries at all, Emily said you can be....'expressive' sometimes."

He chuckled.

"That's one word for it. But I just don't want to scare you off..."

"Well. I think if knowing that you can all turn into a large creatures who can rip me apart and that doesn't scare me away, I think you were okay." You smiled. He could look at that smile forever.

He was actually talking to you. Man, was his laugh so perfect. You could talk with him forever.

The kettle screeched, and you reluctantly made your tea.

"Well....I guess I'll see you around, Paul." You took your mug and headed for your room.

His name on her tongue. He wanted her to say it again.

"You can stay. If-if you want. I, uh, I don't...know much about you."

You smiled.

"I'd like that."

To be continued......

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The Pack Imprint

Fem!Reader x Uley Pack {2.9k}

Requested - Unknown

Summary: Reader is Bella Swan's neighbour, having lived beside the Swan's her whole life. The once close pair, now hate each other all because of the group of shifters that reside in the rainy state of Forks, Washington.

WARNINGS: BELLA SLANDER // SWEARING // NOT PROOF READ

Forks, Washington - February 19th 2005

It had been a month since Bella came back to town, she was the centre of the school gossip, everyone trying to either be her friend or get a date with her. All but one person - Y/n L/n. Bella and Y/n grew up together, they were childhood friends along side Jacob Black. But after her parents divorced and she went to live with her mom, Bella had grown distant with the young girl she once saw as a sister. Two letters a week turned into one a month, which then turned into nothing. Y/n was heartbroken, her best friend had up and left. Jacob tried to be around more often but with school on the res and his dad nagging at him to help around the house, he couldn't fit Y/n into his schedule. Which in turn, made the pair grown apart from each other as well. That was until she came back.

The last month in Forks had been hell. Everywhere Y/n went, whispers about the Swan girl being back was all she heard. Every time she would enter through the school door the chatter about her once best friend would swarm through the halls, Y/n had enough. She was sick and tired of always hearing about her, Bella this and Bella that - it was giving her a headache. Jessica and Angela had gave Y/n's seat at the lunch table away to Bella, that was until she started sitting with the Cullens. It was infuriating, she's been back a month and she's already pining after the only Cullen available, it was pathetic. Bella was like a plague coming to ruin Y/n's life all over again, but she wouldn't allow it to affect her.

When lunch came around, Y/n found an empty table near the back of the cafeteria. Jessica and Angela tried to invite her back to their table but all they were met with was Y/n's middle finger held up in front of their faces, the two girls turned and walked away but not without Jessica muttering a not so quiet 'bitch' under her breath. Y/n had enough of Jessica's shit; the sly things she'd say about everyone, how she would point out peoples insecurities and worst of all - how she victimised herself all the goddamn time. Y/n had got up out of her seat, the screech from the metal legs dragging against the floor grabbed the attention of everyone in the cafeteria. "Hey Jess?" Before the girl could respond, Y/n had grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back - the scream she let out was loud, almost deafening the Cullens; who were on the other side of the cafeteria. "Don't you ever call me a bitch again, do you hear me? I'm sick and tired of your bullshit. You just never learn to fucking shut up." With that said, Y/n had let go of her and walked out the double doors leading into the parking lot of the school.

The Cullens had watched the whole thing unfold, Bella clinging onto Edward's arm saying she was scared. Emmett had the biggest grin on his face, he was enjoying himself too much, quiet little Y/n had turned out to be a badass and Emmett loved it. Rose had to stop her mate from joining in, a firm grip on his bicep - enough to hurt anyone that wasn't a vampire. Alice, knowing what would happen, had excused herself before the fight broke out. She wanted to see if Y/n was alright, so the pixie like vampire had decided to wait beside Y/n's car, hoping she would show up soon. But she didn't, at least not for awhile. Alice had gotten tired of waiting, she turned to leave when she heard the car door behind her shut with a soft click. Before she could do anything, the car had reversed and turned out the parking lot - heading as far away from the gates of Forks Highschool.

March 5th 2005

It had been at least a week since the whole incident between Y/n and Jessica. No one had seen or heard off Y/n, people had started to spread rumours around saying she was expelled or she had ran away after what she had done but none of it was true, only no one would really know the truth at least not yet. Bella had rang Jacob after it had turned into two weeks of not seeing Y/n, at first the young wolf sounded unfazed, like he didn't care but in truth, it was all an act. He knew about what had happened, he heard it straight from the horses mouth the day it all occurred. Y/n had drove all the way to Jacob's house, he was in the garage when he head the screech of tires pulling up in front of his house. He had poked his head out the garage door to see who it was, not really in the mood for anyone to come rushing into his house when he was busy. The sight of a distraught Y/n had panicked the poor boy, he rushed over to her scanning her body for any signs of injury but he turned up with nothing. Y/n was on the verge of tears, he could hear her heart hammering in her chest. Jacob brought her in to his arms, the warmth radiating off of him helped calm the girl down a little though she was still shaking.

Y/n had brought Jacob up to date with what had happened, he was proud of her for finally standing up to Jessica but he was also upset that it had to get to this point for Y/n to finally step up and confront her about it. Y/n had stayed with Jacob and his dad for the last couple weeks, begging them to not send her back there. A couple weeks had then turned into a month, Jacob had started to ignore everyone and started to hang out with Sam Uley and his little pack of mutts. Y/n wasn't having it, she was sick and tired of waiting for Jacob to come home but he never did, no matter how many times Y/n had asked Billy where Jacob had disappeared to he never told her. She waited for as long as she could until it was too much, she had trekked all the way over to Sam's place; her hands clenched and face red hot with anger. She was going to get her answers one way or another.

When Y/n had made it to Sam's house, Bella just so happened to be there too. Her fiery orange truck parked in the drive. There was a indescribable feeling in the pit of Y/n's stomach, a mixture between anxiety and full blown hatred. She stomped her way over to the group, Sam was telling Bella to leave but she wasn't having any of it, like always. Paul was the first to notice Y/n, her h/l h/c whipping around with the wind. Before he could tell Sam she was here, Bella had shouted at him. "What did you do to him? He didn't want this. He just up and left without telling me anything because he's scared of you." Paul had laughed at Bella, Jacob wasn't scared of anyone and yet she still thought that. Paul was calm until Bella had gone and slapped him across the face, she clutched her hand to her chest, it was surely broken after that hit. Paul had started to shake violently, Sam had pushed Bella back telling her to back away whilst simultaneously trying to get Paul to calm down. Y/n had the dumbest idea ever, we all must admit she's not the smartest. She had slowly started to step towards Paul right as he had shifted.

Bella's screaming could be heard but that didn't bother Y/n, what did though was the huge dark silver furred wolf right in front of her. It's teeth bared, snarling at her. Though, she felt no fear. Her hand slowly reached up and gently lay upon it's muzzle. The wolf huffed, he wasn't entirely trusting the girl in front of him but he also felt no fear towards her. He looked into her e/c and everything stilled. The noise around him had calmed, all he could focus on was her. Paul felt like the centre of the earth had shifted, like he was finally where he was meant to be. Before he knew it, he had shifted back. Y/n's body flush against his own, protecting him from the eyes around them. Soon enough, a blanket had been given to him to cover up until he was able to make it back to the house and put a new set of clothes on. Paul was confused, how was he able to imprint on Y/n when he had already imprinted on Rachel, Jacob's sister?

After the events of earlier today, Bella had told Jacob to never speak to her again and she left, just like that. Jacob was sat on the steps of Sam's porch, he just wanted to be alone but he knew that was impossible. Jacob felt a shift of weight beside him, he turned his head and saw Y/n wrapped up in one of Emily's blankets, she must've given Y/n the blanket to stay warm. Jacob threw his arm over the smaller girl, the warm his body provided her, soothed the chill that made a home in her bones. "You know, Bella doesn't deserve you Jake. You're too good for her." They both sat there in silence for awhile, the soft chime of the trees rustling in the wind settling in to the comfortable silence around them. The door to Sam's house opened, revealing the older male. "Come inside, we're having a pack meeting." The pair looked at each other before Jacob got up and walked inside, leaving Y/n to sit on her own to watch the trees dance around in the soft breeze.

Inside Sam's house, the pack was all sat around in his living room. Embry, Paul, Jared and Quil were sat on the sofa, Leah and Seth took up the two arm chairs while Sam and Jacob were stood; everyone waiting for Sam to start the meeting. "We all witnessed what happened between Paul and Y/n earlier, Paul imprinted for the second time. What we need to figure out is why that happened." All eyes were on Paul, he felt smug about having two imprintee's but it felt wrong, as if he were betraying Rachel. The meeting had gone on for the last hour, the pack had decided to try and see if they would all imprint or if it was only Paul to be lucky enough to have two imprintee's. The pack had left the house, Y/n completely unaware of what was about to happen. Jacob held his hand out to Y/n, pulling her up on her feet and leading her over to the small field where Paul had initially shifted. "I need you to be as calm as possible, okay? We need to see if what happened to Paul earlier will happen to all of us, I promise I will explain it all later." Y/n only nodded her head, giving Jacob the all clear.

The pack had lined up beside each other, Paul was the first to shift. He felt all the feelings from earlier flood back, his heart pounded as he stepped closer to Y/n. She reached out to run her fingers through this fur, earning a soft grunt from the silver wolf. Next was Embry, he was scared to look up at Y/n, he felt sick to his stomach; what if he didn't imprint? Y/n took careful steps to Embry, his fur was gray with black spots; he was slightly smaller than Paul. Y/n crouched down to be eye level with the gray wolf, his eye's locked with hers and it was like his whole body was set alight. Slight tingles coursed through his bones, he felt complete. Embry nuzzled into Y/n, small giggles erupted from the girl, the sound was like wind chimes clashing together. Embry left with Paul to shift back and change back into their clothes. Quil and Jared were next, Quil's wolf had chocolate brown fur while Jared had light brown fur with black markings around his eyes. The pair had imprinted instantly, their tails wagging behind them as they accepted the affection off their imprintee. Seth had imprinted fairly easy, though he was still scared. The sandy brown furred wolf cowered at the attention of his imprint, too overwhelmed by the feelings bubbling inside him. The young wolf left as quickly as possible, wanting to shift back and put this behind him for now.

Leah imprinted soon after Seth, she finally knew what it was like to have someone meant for her. The tingling coursing through her body was welcomed, Leah stayed beside Y/n refusing to leave the girls side. She would not leave her imprint, not now - not ever. Jacob and Sam were the only ones left, they had decided to shift at the same time, afraid of being rejected. Sam was a black furred wolf, he was like a shadow while Jacob was a rusty brown colour, almost like Seth. Sam was the first to look up at Y/n, her e/c stared straight back at him. His heart was pounding in his ears, he didn't feel anything at first. He knew what it was like to imprint and yet, he felt nothing. Sam was about to give up and just walk away, until Y/n sat in front of him and ran her fingers through his fur, an electric shot went straight though him. Images flashed behind his eyes, growing old with her, having a family of their own, loving her till his very last breath. Sam now had two imprintee's, what was he going to tell Emily? The black furred wolf walked off towards the house, his ears pinned against his head.

Jacob still had his head pointed down, his eyes trained on the dirt under his paws. "Jake? Look at me, please." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. Jacob listed his head, his pupils blew as images of them laughing together, cooking dinner together, messing around with the pack flashed before his eyes. It was like his ears were flooded with water, he knew he would do anything, be anything for her. His whole world was centred around Y/n and what their life would be like together. A blanket of warmth wrapped itself around his heart, he felt content knowing his best friend would be his forever.

Once everyone had shifted back and back in their clothes, they had all settled in to the living room. Y/n sat on the sofa, squished between Jacob and Leah, while Seth sat in front of her on the floor; his back pressed against her legs. Paul and Jared were fighting over what to watch, while Quil and Embry made popcorn for everyone. Sam was the only one missing, he was sat in his shared bedroom with Emily. They were arguing, everyone could hear it. "Is it my fault? Them fighting, I mean." Y/n felt guilty, she didn't want to tear apart Sam's relationship, she would gladly show herself out if it wasn't for Jacob and Leah physically holding her in place. Paul was the first to say anything, he had crouched in front of the sofa, his hand linked with hers. "Hey.. it's not your fault doll face, no one could've seen this happening. You are our imprint, you are what matters the most to us, it could never be your fault, okay?" Paul kissed Y/n's knuckles, his lips ever so lightly grazing her skin. She sniffled slightly as she nodded her head. Y/n couldn't have been more happy to have the pack, she finally felt loved and included for once. The rest of the night consisted of watching random movies and eating too much junk, Y/n had passed out on Leah's shoulder after the second movie had started. She was soon followed by the rest of the pack, all spread out in the living room. Seth cuddling into Y/n's leg, Jacob flung half on Y/n while Leah was now hanging off the sofa, Paul laying beside Seth on the floor; his head on Seth's arm. Jared and Embry passed out on the arm chairs, their bodies thrown across them like they were dolls tossed to the side. Quil was the only normal one out the bunch, he was cuddled into a blanket away from everyone else, a pillow under his head as he snored.

Y/n had made a family for life, she would not give this up for anything.

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sethsclearwater · 4 months

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Paul or seth (or both) xreader! where they have a shared OF account and

From my drafts, i give you an unfinished thought and hope that you can make a drabble or something about it LMFAOOAOAO

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"princess spread your legs more, everyone wants to see that pretty pussy," paul ordered, his tone firm but his hands were a bit gentler as he grabbed your thighs and spread them himself. you let out a whine when you felt the cool draft his your exposed, soaking cunt, immediately moving to close your legs but paul's hands remained firm on your thighs, "don't even think about it," he reminded, tapping your thighs with his fingers to remind you not to be a brat with him.

your other imprinter smiled at you, climbing onto the bed so he could sit next to you and lean down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, "you say hi to everyone yet pretty girl? i know they're all missing you," he teased, chuckling when you blushed before allowing your gaze to slowly drift over to the camera that was currently aimed right at you.

you lifted a hand to shyly wave at the camera, eliciting laughs from both your imprinters who absolutely loved seeing how flustered you could get over the camera despite the onlyfans account being your idea in the first place.

seth dropped his head to press a soft kiss to your temple, "you okay with taking us at the same time?" he murmured, careful to keep his voice low enough so only you and paul would hear and not the camera which was streaming to your rather large audience.

you hummed and nodded, smiling up at seth who snuck a quick kiss on your lips which had both of you laughing, "seth, you wanna get under her? paul asked as he got the camera situated to give your audience a better view of the threesome that was about to happen.

seth nodded, sliding his hands down to your waist so he could manhandle you while he got under you and helped you straddle his waist. you couldn't help the little whine that escaped your lips at how easily turned on you got by the boys doing what they wanted with you, "lift 'em," seth mused playfully, lifting your hips for you when you took too long to process his words, your brain fuzzy from the countless orgasms they'd already pulled out of you in the past hour.

you hummed when you felt the way seth's cock began prodding at your entrance, only having a moment to relish in the feeling before seth was pulling your hips down to sheath himself in you. both of you let out low groans as you connected, "breathe pretty girl," seth reminded, wrapping his arms around your waist so he could pull you down onto his chest.

"fuck me," your other imprinter's voice came from behind you as he watched how tight your pussy was clenching around seth's cock, already knowing he'd be in heaven once he also added his own cock to your channel.

he didn't waste any time, getting on the bed and grabbing your hips while he situated himself behind you, "breathe princess," paul reminded, tapping your hips. you hummed, sucking in a deep breath as he instructed while paul lined the tip of his cock up with your channel, his cock already more than ready to penetrate you.

"exhale pretty girl," seth said softly, pressing his lips to your temple as he tightened his grip on you to make sure you wouldn't be moving anytime soon. you nodded, slowly letting out an exhale as paul pressed his cock into your walls, all three of you letting out loud moans when paul began stretching your pussy out as he slowly sheathed himself inside you.

"takin' us like such a good girl," seth cooed, peppering your hairline with soft kisses, "you okay for us to move? think everyone wants to see that pretty little pussy cum on us one more time tonight, yea? wanna make my pretty girl feel good," he mused, both boys patiently waiting for your go-ahead before moving.

you hummed and nodded, "wanna cum on you," you whispered, smiling when paul leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

"think everyone is loving that view of your pussy right now, princess," paul mused as a familiar chiming sound came from the laptop you were streaming from, letting the three of you know that someone (or multiple someones) had begun sending in tips.

you giggled, blushing as you buried your face in seth's shoulder, eliciting laughs from both boys currently buried in your pussy. before you could focus on how flustered you were, paul had pulled his hips back and began thrusting into your heat, seth following shortly after so both boys had alternating thrusts to make sure you were always full of at least one of them.

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tyb1 · 1 year

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The Proposal

pairing: seth x reader

summary: Seth proposes to the reader.

warning: FLUFF OVERLOAD!!!!

w/c: 1k

A/N: I may make this into a three part series. THE PROPOSAL, THE WEDDING, THE HONEYMOON!

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Everyone was invited to the wolfpack family gathering. It was being held in the woods, lights were plastered around the trees, and the dance floor was made of complete wood from the trees. Tables with pearly white clothes surrounded that oak dance floor, it was everything you could have imagined.

“Hey (Y/N)? Can you help me hang this lantern?” Seth asked, it was only you and him here for the time being. You were both assigned decoration duty, it was pretty exciting. Seth did most of the work. It didn’t click in your mind that you would be in the woods decoring. You were too blinded by the fact that you were about to experience this grand event.

You were wearing a simple white silk dress that stopped at your knees. Cute but fancy. You sat back and watched your boyfriend do all of the work. Being the gentleman he was he didn’t allow you to do anything but sit and watch. You didn’t mind, nothing was more admirable than seeing his arms flex in his white button-down shirt. We’re not going to talk about how his quads look in the brown slacks.

“What do you want me to do?” You hummed softly.

Seth held the lantern to the tree, “Hold this right here while I go get the hammer.”

You switched places with him, he then jumped down and ran to the table where the tools were. You continued to hum to yourself softly, occasionally looking up at the moons and the stars. It was so beautiful out here, You genuinely loved the fact that we were under the moon.

“You’ve always told me you never believed in fairy tales which is a complete lie”I looked back to see Seth propped down on one knee. My mouth dropped along with the floating lantern. Instantly I could feel tears brimming my eyes. “This, right now, what we’re experiencing is living proof of a fairy tale. I keep telling people how I fell in love with you but in reality, I didn’t, I walked into love with you. Each step of the way you were there with me holding my hand, not once have you ever thought about leaving me. I wouldn’t be as strong as I am if I didn’t have your love to help me. I’d choose you in this lifetime, the life after this and even if I can’t find you I’ll make sure I do. I choose you and only you. You’re my world, you’re my life, you’re my fresh breath of air. You’re my everything, (Y/N) (L/N). So (Y/N) (L/N), will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

I wiped the excessive tears from my face, “Seth Clearwater, Yes! I would love to marry you.”

Before he could stand I tackled him to the ground, I could hear the pure joy of laughter escaping from his lips. You both embraced one another as you cried into his chest.

“You have to get up so I can put a ring on it.” Seth laughed, he held out his hand helping you up to my feet. Smoothly the ring went on, it glistened in the night light. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Seth shoved his hands in his pocket, clearly, he was still nervous about proposing, “It looks better on your hand other than Jacobs.” You held my hand up in the sky in complete. You watched the tiny rainbows dance in the ring. It was more beautiful knowing that it came from the man of my dreams.

“Wait, so is there a family gathering or not?”

“Oh yeah, You guys can come out!” Seth shouted, Huh, Seth wrapped his arms around me from behind. He grinned into my neck as you watched your friends and family emerge from the woods. Everyone was smiling from ear to ear, you were pretty sure only the boys and Leach heard his speech but that didn’t matter. It was still beautiful.

“Our plan worked (Y/N)!” Sue walked up to you with her arms out, “You’re finally going to be my daughter!! Ehhhhh!” You both squealed as you embraced each other. Leah soon followed as she also embraced you as well. You all had a tiny family moment, Leah was expressing how proud she was of Seth and you couldn’t fight back my tears. She was watching her younger brother become a man, and you, his soon-to-be wife, knew it was emotional as well.

Everyone continued to approach you, with nothing but pure joy on everyone's faces. Live music started to play swiftly in the background. Everyone began to chat with one another as the party started to gear up. You placed your hands on your fiance's chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

He gently placed a kiss on your forehead, “I can say the same.” Seth pulled you in the direction of the lantern that you dropped. “I have one more surprise for you.” He dusted it off, “I know how much you would love for your grandmother to be here to experience this moment.” He handed you a lantern, on it was a picture of you and your grandmother, and on the other side was a picture of Seth and his dad. “It hurts knowing that they can’t be here tonight but they’ll always be here in spirit.”

Seth pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the candle that was placed in the middle. You held the lantern dearly to your chest as memories of your grandmother flashed in the back of your head. “You’re an amazing man Seth, she’d love you.” You whispered, you never took your eyes from the lantern, the picture illuminated in the night sky.

“Come on, let’s tell them about the great news.” Seth grabbed your hand, and he lifted it towards the sky higher and higher until the lantern floated in the air by itself. The both of you watched the lantern float into the night sky. He held you in his arms as you both watched the other lanterns join yours.

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ivorydragoness44 · 10 months

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Seth Clearwater x Reader: Encouraging

Word Count: 386 Warnings/Notes: Mentions of a fight (Seth defending his sister’s honor), established relationship, face nuzzling, fluff Summary: The Reader is visiting Emily, helping her out in the kitchen when they hear the pack(s) approach. An unnamed pack member made a not-so-nice comment to Leah, resulting in Seth ‘throwing paws’ with them. The Reader praises Seth for defending his sister.

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Emily’s house was one of the most welcoming and warmest places that you knew. Especially in Forks. Any social anxiety or nerves were non-existent even on your way over to her residence. Presently, the timer on the oven began to sound off. “Would you mind—?” Emily began, still finishing with a few dishes. “No problem,” you smiled, quickly sliding into the kitchen area. “Just put them there, please,” she indicated as you took the fresh hot muffins out of the oven. “How often do you make snacks for the pack?” You asked, carefully placing each muffin on the cooling rack on the counter. Emily laughed. “Do you really want to know?” “I suppose not,” you laughed with her. “They are a hungry bunch.” “Yes, they are.”

There came a pause as laughter and voices reached your ears. “Speaking of the boys,” she shook her head humorously. “Did we accidentally summon them or did they hear us?” You asked in a hushed voice. The sound of their approaching footsteps became more apparent as they closed in on the house. They slowed when they reached the porch steps. Jogging inside, it was then that you noticed just how chatty and a little winded some of them were. “What happened?” Emily asked, seeing as Sam and Jacob had walked in with Seth and another boy trailing behind them. “Seth threw paws ‘cause someone was talking trash to Leah,” Jared answered, taking a seat at the table. “The nerve,” you gasped, dropping the oven mitts onto the counter. Glancing at Leah as she leaned against the counter, she gave you a small smile. Her gaze went to her brother with a look of pride. “Good job, Seth,” you nodded as he neared. Seth’s face lit up. Practically bouncing the rest of the way to your side, the smile could not be wiped off of his face. “You’re encouraging this?” Jacob asked, leaning on the far wall. Wrapping your arm around Seth’s, you answered with great assurance. “Defending his sister? Yes.” “I meant about the violence, but yeah, I guess,” Jacob mumbled. A laugh bubbled out of you as Seth nuzzled his face to the side of yours. “This isn’t you trying to get a muffin first is it?” “No, but it would be nice,” he smiled into your cheek.

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andreafmn · 2 years

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SPEAK MASTERLIST

Status: Ongoing

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Summary: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25

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jogetsobsessed · 3 months

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Always an Angel - Paul Lahote

Ok, I've been obsessed with the lyric “Always an angel, never a god for a few days now. I don't know why all of a sudden but it's been all I can think about. I know there are a bunch of literal interpretations but I look at it as a version of “always the bridesmaid, never the bride”, always the side character, never the main character. So I hope this comes across how I want it to lol.

Also, the timeline is kinda messed up in this, just live in ignorant bliss and ignore it pls, and thank you!

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Always the option, never the priority.

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

Always the lover, never the loved.

Always the fighter, never the fought for.

Always an angel, never a god.

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You were used to being sidelined, looked right through.

No matter what you were doing, or who you were with, you were never the main focus.

Growing up boys never spared you a glance, your best friends being the main targets for their glances and flirty remarks. You were never the one asked to dance, always the one asked to hold a friend's purse or bag. If the car was full on the way to get ice cream, you were always the one that was going to be left out. You never learned inside jokes and standing alone at parties, you didn't even know why you went, it's not like anyone would notice if you left anyway.

At night when you would break and confide in the one person you knew truly loved you she would always question why you remained friends with the people that caused you so much pain. And through your blubbering, you would look at her like she was crazy. Explain to your mother that it must have been too long since she was a teenager. Because that's not how it works. Living in a small town the pool of potential friends is small, and having friends that treat you horribly is better than having no friends at all.

You would apologize to her years later, after maturing, and realizing that the remarks you directed towards her were uncalled for. The anger you threw her way was misguided and unfair. She didn't deserve the way that you treated her.

When Bella Swan moved to town you thought everything was going to change. She was from a big city, you didn't know much about Phoenix but you knew they probably didn't harbor the same small-town mindset that Forks did.

She had no clue who you were. She didn't know the unspoken reputation that hung above your head like a storm cloud.

And at first, you were right.

The two of you became friends quickly, Bella taking a liking to your quiet demeanor, such a drastic change from Jessica and her goons.

Your friendship appeared surface-level, to everyone but the two of you. In school, you both kept to yourselves and didn't talk much, even to each other. You would drag her along with you when you gathered the strength to hang out with your old friends. But you didn't do that often, seeing as they saw her as a shiny new toy and didn't treat her as a second-class citizen.

But after school the two of you would talk, your friendship would come alive in the comfort of your own homes, and you two would look like actual teenage girls and not two seventeen-year-olds who should be on the highest dose of Lexapro.

She was the first person that you saw as a true friend, that was until she committed, in your opinion, a cardinal sin.

Bella had gone off the deep end and you hadn't seen her in days. But that was normal, she would spiral, skip school, and then show up as if nothing happened. So you weren't concerned, sent her a few texts checking up on her and getting one-word responses back. Then the following Monday came around. You were waiting by your truck, lazily twirling your hair, eyes glazed over as you dissociated waiting for the bell to ring.

But amid your dissociation, you were pulled back to reality when a shiny black Volvo came to a screeching halt a row over. You knew who drove the expensive car so you tried to be as nonchalant as possible as you peered over your shoulder to get a good look at the owner.

You wished you hadn't.

Because getting out of the passenger seat was the person that you considered your best friend. Your best friend was sitting in the passenger seat of the car of the guy you had a crush on since he arrived at Forks High School.

She knew about your long-standing crush on Edward, she was the only person other than your mother who you had told. It came tumbling off your tongue one late night about a month after she had arrived in town. And you had sworn her to secrecy, begging her to never tell another soul.

But now it seemed to not matter, she had broken your trust and your heart.

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The next year drug on. With Bella being completely infatuated with Edward you were left to crawl back to your old friends. They accepted you with barely open arms, reluctantly saving you a seat at the lunch table, sometimes sending you the location for Friday night activities.

When the Cullen clan abruptly left Forks Bella did to you exactly what you had done to your friends months earlier. Part of you didn't know why, but you let her back in, although this time keeping her at an arm's length away, never fully trusting her,

Eventually, however, Edward came back. First making his appearance walking hand in hand with Bella in the dreadful hallways of Forks High School after she had disappeared yet again for a few days with not even a courtesy text.

This time seeing them together didn't feel like a hot knife was piercing your skin. How could it, you no longer felt the same that you had for Edward. Because he had proven himself to be just like everyone else. He made you feel invisible.

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The heat of late spring had arrived and you took in all the warmth that you could as you walked down the small rocky path to the mailbox. Graduation had come and gone and you found yourself in isolation. The people you had forced yourself to be friends with in high school no longer mattered. You didn't have to play the uncertain game of high school politics anymore. Starting university was on the horizon and while you dreaded leaving the comfort of home you were excited, this was going to be your chance to reinvent yourself. You were no longer going to be the person no one cared to look towards.

Pulling out the various envelopes you felt your heart stop beating when the light lilac envelope was pulled to the front. You knew what it was, you didn't even have to open it. But you did, ripping it open, praying that you hadn't torn apart the coveted invitation. Sure enough in bold letters, you read “Edward Anthony Masen Cullen and Isabella Marie Swan request your presence…”.

The phone call with Bella that night was awkward. You haven't talked much since graduation but she assured you that she wanted you to be at the wedding. You had wanted to push and ask her why she was rushing to get married. I mean you along with everyone else knew that they had only known each other for a year and hadn't been dating for the entirety of said year. But she sounded happy, the happiest she had ever seemed. So you didn't say anything, instead prying for details about the impending nuptials.

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Thousands of flowers cascaded down creating a custom perfume in the air. Your eyes darted between the bunches of wisteria and sweet peas and you were in awe. The wedding had snuck up on you. So much had happened over the summer leaving you feeling unprepared to start school in the fall. Leaving you to make one of the hardest choices that you had ever made, deferring your acceptance into your top school to the following fall quarter.

So when you got a reminder on your phone that read “Bella and Edward wedding tmr” you were at a loss for words. I mean you had everything you physically needed, a dress, a present, the right pair of shoes. But you had forgotten one important thing, a date.

It wasn't going to be the first time you had shown up to an event without one, but it was probably going to feel the most embarrassing.

So here you were, standing next to your group of “friends'' from high school as they gossiped about the possibility of Bella being pregnant. “What do you think?”Erik asked you, giving your arm a soft nudge with his. “I don't know guys '. Jessica of course had a counter, pointing out that out of the group you were the closest with her. Luckily before you had to come up with an excuse of why you didn't know for certain the music began, signaling that it was time for everyone to turn their attention to the altar.

A few tears managed to slip down your cheeks as you watched your sometimes best friend say “I do”. In that moment all the turbulent times the two of you experienced didn't matter. You were just happy to be in the presence of two people who were madly in love and confessing it to each other, permanently sealing their love with a dramatic kiss.

The reception area was decorated equally as beautiful. You were grateful that Bella, or more likely Alice had set you close to the dance floor. That way you could watch people without feeling like a total loser, hanging out in the corner by yourself. At least this way you could still enjoy the happiness of the other guests without feeling the gross amount of body heat from the dancing bodies.

The ice was melting quickly in your lemonade, the night had not been rewarded with a cool late summer breeze so you were appreciative of the cool drink. The night had seemingly been going according to plan. Your ‘friends’ had migrated to another table across the dance floor with the excuse of wanting to talk to some of the other guests, but they had not returned in almost two hours so you were holding your breath.

Mentally you were planning your escape plan, glancing at your watch. Waiting for an acceptable time to leave, not too early into the night but not too late that you were leaving only minutes before the bride and groom's big exit. As you granted yourself yet another glance at the heirloom watch you wore and looked back up a gasp unwillingly left your lips.

The mystery man, who looked almost familiar, chuckled at your surprised look. Confidently he took the empty seat next to yours, turning his body to give you his full attention. “May I help you”, you didn't recognize your own words, your tone was a bit rude and you didn't even give him a second to introduce himself after she sat.

“I’m Paul Lahote”.

Once he gave his name to you your eyes moved up to meet him and the electric shock that you felt in your veins almost felt real. There was no doubt blush forming on every inch of your face and you were praying that the low light of the Edison bulbs did a good job at protecting some of your dignity. You gave him your name, barely squeaking out your last name.

Things like this didn't happen to you. A man that looked like him didn't talk to you. A part of you wondered if Jessica or someone like her had already turned him down, because let's face it, you were always the option but never the priority.

“I think you should share a dance with me, no pretty girl like you should be sitting alone at a wedding”. The flare in your cheeks was visible now, you were sure of it. No matter how low the light was you could have sworn a red glow was emitting from your body, like an accusing halo.

“Paul…you don't have to dance with me, I was just getting ready to leave”. Gathering your belongings as you begin to stand up. “No!”. He said, eyebrows raising to the top of his forehead once he realized how loud he exclaimed. Sheepishly he looked around offering small smiles as an apology to a few of the guests who looked at him like he had three heads.

“Please, I noticed you when I walked in before the ceremony and I haven't been able to shake you from my eyeline all night. I don’t think I can take no for an answer”.

The fact that your heart was still caged behind your chest was an act of god. Because at this point it should have flown away due to how hard it was beating. You were at a loss for words. The thought that someone was putting you first, taking interest in you was unbearable. And you were crumbling at his gaze.

His outstretched hand found yours that you slowly had begun to uncurl from against your body. Swiftly he whisked you out onto the dance floor, pulling your body flush to his.

Clumsily your feat matched his falling into routine with his steps, your body swaying in unison to the light melody. He hummed along softly to the quiet music as he kept a firm grip on you, almost like he was afraid to let you go.

The song ended and awkwardly you looked around not knowing what to do. Paul however looked happy as can be, letting go of your hand but keeping the one on your lower back in place. He led you back to the table where you had spent most of the night, pulling out your chair before you could even react. You thanked him as you sunk into the back of the chair trying to ground yourself.

“Man, I feel like the luckiest guy here at this whole damn wedding I got to dance with the prettiest guest of them all”. He said matter-of-factly triumphantly, taking a sip out of the glass he abandoned when he first approached your table. You scoffed, there was no way he was being for real, the alcohol had to have been getting to him now if he was saying such an untrue statement.

“I think you've had enough”. Your voice was shy and your eyes barely peeked through your almost closed eyelids. The embarrassment you hadn't felt earlier had returned and you were suddenly hyper-conscious of everything happening around you.

“Doll this stuff doesn't make me feel anything, you, however, are making me feel alive for the first time”. His drink was abandoned yet again as he scooted his chair closer, invading your bubble, and causing you to squirm under his gaze yet again.

“Paul, I'm flattered but again I think your choices are impaired. There's no way you feel anything like that for me”.

Paul was out of his chair before you could continue your babbling, cutting you off by capturing your lips in his.

After he pulled back for air his forehead rested against yours, the two of you matching your breathing. You were yet again at a loss for words, kissing the hottest boy at your best friend's wedding was not on this year's bingo card. But as per usual it seems Paul had the perfect thing to say, “My angel forgive me if this is forward, but l you need to let me love you, I have a feeling that you're gonna be stuck with me for a long time”.

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