byrachel

[byrachel]

Anyone else feel like it’s been one of those days since 2019?

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KRISTEN STEWART // as bella swan — TWILIGHT // (2008)

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bella: where are your fangs?

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they really took out so many good jacob parts and so many bad edward parts when they were adapting the books into movies. no scenes with jacob knowing bella didn’t like music without her ever telling him, his speech about staying friends forever without being romantic if that’s what bella wants, him and bella running around to hide the bikes from their dads and giggling, etc… no scenes with edward destroying bella’s truck as soon as they got married, him buying a fancy new motorcycle to invade on bella and jacob’s fun, him begging jacob to give bella babies and calling them “puppies,” etc… this all had to be on purpose to make edward look better (although he’s still terrible especially in eclipse lol)

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Just updated my bio, because I'm twenty two and not twenty anymore and omg I feel so old lmaooo

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Could you do a blurb/short story where Paul meets his imprint (shy!female reader) in the woods while in wolf form. And the reader becomes sort of friends with the wolf (as she had no other friends) and they (wolf Paul and the reader) keep meeting in the wood until Paul finally transforms and tells the reader the truth? Thanks :) 💞

UNEXPECTED FRIEND [PART ONE]

PARING: paul lahote x female reader

CONTAINS / WARNINGS: angst, hurt/comfort(ish), descriptions of an anxiety attack

NOTE: sorry for making you wait five years for this, that's actually so horrible of me. i was going through my old requests after talking to a friend i actually met through this account and i was suddenly hit with tons of inspiration. obviously i didn't complete the whole request so that why it says part one, but i don't know how long it will take for me to write a second part, because by now everyone knows how inconsistent i am lmao. i hope there's someone out there who'll enjoy this :)

You should have listened to your parents.

With an increase of mysterious and very violent bear attacks, they had urged you to not hike through the woods for the time being, knowing how much you loved to take out your sketchbook in search of the perfect place to draw. Like the angels they are, they even suggested driving you themselves to other cities for a change of scenery to spark inspiration. But being a hormonal, know-it-all young adult, of course you didn’t even waste a second entertaining the idea.

As the bear-sized wolf stared you down, you wished you could turn back time to a week ago, showing your parents the appreciation they should have gotten for even suggesting an alternative. 

Your heart crashed against your ribcage, blood whirring in your ears as fear froze you in your place. 

You were completely at the wolf’s mercy. This was his terrain, his home, an area he knew like the back of his hand. Even in open air, there was nowhere for you to run. For every four steps you could take, he would get to you in a single leap, his claws and teeth ripping into you before you could think to scream for help. 

If you weren’t imagining all the ways he could make you his next meal, you would’ve laughed at the irony of it. Even if you would scream for help, it was of no use. Of course you liked to hike as far away from human civilization as possible, trying to capture nature in its rawest, untouched form. 

Before anyone would even realize you were away for an unusual amount of time, you would be long gone. If you were lucky they would find some of your remains, leaving at least something behind for your parents to bury or cremate. 

Oh god my parents, you thought to yourself, tears blurring your vision. They were gonna be devastated. Your heart twisted at the thought of them blaming themselves for your irresponsible actions.

The ashy grey wolf raised his head, snapping you out of your never-ending self pitying thoughts and you flinched.

Slowly, he inched towards you like you were an unsuspecting prey. Remaining nearly motionless, he must have assumed you didn’t notice him and tried to come as close without warning you of his presence, before finishing his plan of attack. 

In an act of pure desperation, you dropped to the ground, making yourself as tiny as possible. You pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around your head, the straps of your backpack uncomfortably tight underneath the grip of your armpits. Like you had been running a marathon, your chest rapidly rose and fell as your body trembled in fear, your lungs feeling like they could explode at any moment. 

“Please, please, please. . .” You cried in a whisper, repeating your pleas like a mantra, hoping that a god, the universe or whatever deity was out there would forgive you for the simple sin of disobeying your parents. Surely this wasn’t what you deserved.

The ground beneath you shook with every step the creature took. His paw brushed along your arms as he towered over you, his heavy breathing coating you in warm, moist clouds. 

You sobbed as you tensed all the muscles in your body, bracing yourself for the razor sharp teeth biting into you, hoping he would nick a major artery or accidentally break your neck to make your inevitable end quick.

You waited and waited, counting down to the moment you certainly knew the wolf would make a move.

But it never came. 

From above you, the creature made a strange high pitched squeaking sound. He lowered its snout and nudged at your arms. Confused, but still terrified you refused to give into his unclear request, clamping your arms even tighter around your head. 

To your surprise, you were still intact as the wolf backed away, his high pitched whining continuing. It was only when a heavy thud shook the ground that you felt you could breathe again, your lungs desperately gulping for air.

You loosened your grip and slowly peeked between the gap of your arms to look at him. The large creature laid down a couple of feet to your side, his head facing you. His big brown eyes sadly stared into yours like you had hurt his feelings. It reminded you of your aunt’s dog when you didn’t want to play with him. 

He wasn’t whining. He was crying.

Your eyebrows furrowed together. Did you scare him? Was he empathetic to your fear? Either way, the wolf’s unusual behavior was even more shocking than the expectation of him tearing you apart. Whatever his reasoning was, it seemed like he had no intention of hurting you.

Still, you didn’t take any chances, trying to remain as still as possible.

Saturated from rainfall hours before, the dirt beneath you clung to your clothes, wetness seeping through the layers. 

At a certain point you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but with each passing moment your body recognized it wasn’t in danger anymore. The thumps in your chest returned to their normal rhythm, blending into your body until you couldn’t feel them. Your trembling gradually dissipated and your sobs died down. 

And with yours, so did his. 

It had been long enough for you to realize he wasn’t going to leave you alone. It was like he was waiting for you to do something.

You gathered the courage to move, keeping an eye on the grey furred wolf as you relaxed your limbs. Still shaken, you lowered your arms and carefully stretched legs to their natural position while pushing yourself in a sitting position.

Your chest still felt tight and you pressed your hand against your heart, starting a sequence of deep breaths —in through your nose, out through your mouth— to help regulate your system. 

Like he was trying to be mindful of your state, he cautiously rose on his legs, his standing height even more terrifying when you were sitting on the ground. But you didn’t panic. If he wanted to harm you he would have already done so and probably without crying. 

He observed you closely, making sure it was okay for him to come closer and you let him. You weren’t sure how to communicate with a wolf, how to tell him you would rather not want him to come closer, but as long as you weren’t his lunch, you would just play along until he hopefully got disinterested in you and moved on.

The wolf sniffed at your hair, face and arms, testing the waters as you stayed stiff. Without warning, he licked at your face with his large tongue. You could tell he was trying to be gentle, his touch tickling you. You squirmed away with a laugh falling from your lips and you held one hand out to him. Your other hand wiped his saliva off your face. “No, no, that’s enough.” 

Oddly enough, he listened. Or at least it seemed like he did, because he didn’t lick you again.

Instead he dipped his head down and your eyes widened. When you didn’t do anything, he nudged his head towards you. Not only did he empathize with your fear, he wanted to show you he wasn’t something to be feared.

Hesitantly, you reached for the top of his head and you raked your fingers through the strands of his fur, giving him a firm rub. He gave you a huff of approval and a soft smile tugged at your lips. “Maybe you aren’t as scary as I thought.” 

Growing more comfortable, you used both hands to pet him, sleeking the fur on the top of his head back with gentle strokes. “Now I’m kind of embarrassed that you saw me react like that. That was a major overreaction.” You chuckled.

Eventually you found your bearings, the grey wolf, you named Wolfie for convenience, comforting you with his head rubs until you felt comfortable enough to move freely around him. 

He helped you up, letting you use him as leverage to get on your feet. You dusted off the dirt as best as you could, but the brown stains would raise suspicions from your parents about your whereabouts. If they ended up giving you a hard time about it, you knew you deserved it. Even if Wolfie didn’t eat you, he scared you badly enough to not go against your parents’ wishes for at least the next five years. 

The grey wolf’s head cocked up, his ears perking at a sound your human ears didn’t seem to pick up on. You followed his line of sight, deeper into the woods, not finding what he was looking at. Suddenly he turned to you, prodding his nose into your side, shoving you from your place. 

“Hey!” You exclaimed, regaining your footing. 

He stomped one of his paws against the ground, giving you another push in the direction you came from. 

He wanted you to leave the woods.

“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll go.” You said sheepishly, adjusting your backpack on your shoulders. You headed towards the nearest road, guessing that with all the noise of manmade vehicles it was probably the easiest way to stay clear from any other animals who would definitely harm you if you came across them.

“Thank you for not eating me.” You shot him a glance over your shoulder as he watched you walk away, hoping he would somehow get what you were trying to say.

[byrachel]

Could you do a blurb/short story where Paul meets his imprint (shy!female reader) in the woods while in wolf form. And the reader becomes sort of friends with the wolf (as she had no other friends) and they (wolf Paul and the reader) keep meeting in the wood until Paul finally transforms and tells the reader the truth? Thanks :) 💞

UNEXPECTED FRIEND [PART ONE]

PARING: paul lahote x female reader

CONTAINS / WARNINGS: angst, hurt/comfort(ish), descriptions of an anxiety attack

NOTE: sorry for making you wait five years for this, that's actually so horrible of me. i was going through my old requests after talking to a friend i actually met through this account and i was suddenly hit with tons of inspiration. obviously i didn't complete the whole request so that why it says part one, but i don't know how long it will take for me to write a second part, because by now everyone knows how inconsistent i am lmao. i hope there's someone out there who'll enjoy this :)

You should have listened to your parents.

With an increase of mysterious and very violent bear attacks, they had urged you to not hike through the woods for the time being, knowing how much you loved to take out your sketchbook in search of the perfect place to draw. Like the angels they are, they even suggested driving you themselves to other cities for a change of scenery to spark inspiration. But being a hormonal, know-it-all young adult, of course you didn’t even waste a second entertaining the idea.

As the bear-sized wolf stared you down, you wished you could turn back time to a week ago, showing your parents the appreciation they should have gotten for even suggesting an alternative. 

Your heart crashed against your ribcage, blood whirring in your ears as fear froze you in your place. 

You were completely at the wolf’s mercy. This was his terrain, his home, an area he knew like the back of his hand. Even in open air, there was nowhere for you to run. For every four steps you could take, he would get to you in a single leap, his claws and teeth ripping into you before you could think to scream for help. 

If you weren’t imagining all the ways he could make you his next meal, you would’ve laughed at the irony of it. Even if you would scream for help, it was of no use. Of course you liked to hike as far away from human civilization as possible, trying to capture nature in its rawest, untouched form. 

Before anyone would even realize you were away for an unusual amount of time, you would be long gone. If you were lucky they would find some of your remains, leaving at least something behind for your parents to bury or cremate. 

Oh god my parents, you thought to yourself, tears blurring your vision. They were gonna be devastated. Your heart twisted at the thought of them blaming themselves for your irresponsible actions.

The ashy grey wolf raised his head, snapping you out of your never-ending self pitying thoughts and you flinched.

Slowly, he inched towards you like you were an unsuspecting prey. Remaining nearly motionless, he must have assumed you didn’t notice him and tried to come as close without warning you of his presence, before finishing his plan of attack. 

In an act of pure desperation, you dropped to the ground, making yourself as tiny as possible. You pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around your head, the straps of your backpack uncomfortably tight underneath the grip of your armpits. Like you had been running a marathon, your chest rapidly rose and fell as your body trembled in fear, your lungs feeling like they could explode at any moment. 

“Please, please, please. . .” You cried in a whisper, repeating your pleas like a mantra, hoping that a god, the universe or whatever deity was out there would forgive you for the simple sin of disobeying your parents. Surely this wasn’t what you deserved.

The ground beneath you shook with every step the creature took. His paw brushed along your arms as he towered over you, his heavy breathing coating you in warm, moist clouds. 

You sobbed as you tensed all the muscles in your body, bracing yourself for the razor sharp teeth biting into you, hoping he would nick a major artery or accidentally break your neck to make your inevitable end quick.

You waited and waited, counting down to the moment you certainly knew the wolf would make a move.

But it never came. 

From above you, the creature made a strange high pitched squeaking sound. He lowered its snout and nudged at your arms. Confused, but still terrified you refused to give into his unclear request, clamping your arms even tighter around your head. 

To your surprise, you were still intact as the wolf backed away, his high pitched whining continuing. It was only when a heavy thud shook the ground that you felt you could breathe again, your lungs desperately gulping for air.

You loosened your grip and slowly peeked between the gap of your arms to look at him. The large creature laid down a couple of feet to your side, his head facing you. His big brown eyes sadly stared into yours like you had hurt his feelings. It reminded you of your aunt’s dog when you didn’t want to play with him. 

He wasn’t whining. He was crying.

Your eyebrows furrowed together. Did you scare him? Was he empathetic to your fear? Either way, the wolf’s unusual behavior was even more shocking than the expectation of him tearing you apart. Whatever his reasoning was, it seemed like he had no intention of hurting you.

Still, you didn’t take any chances, trying to remain as still as possible.

Saturated from rainfall hours before, the dirt beneath you clung to your clothes, wetness seeping through the layers. 

At a certain point you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but with each passing moment your body recognized it wasn’t in danger anymore. The thumps in your chest returned to their normal rhythm, blending into your body until you couldn’t feel them. Your trembling gradually dissipated and your sobs died down. 

And with yours, so did his. 

It had been long enough for you to realize he wasn’t going to leave you alone. It was like he was waiting for you to do something.

You gathered the courage to move, keeping an eye on the grey furred wolf as you relaxed your limbs. Still shaken, you lowered your arms and carefully stretched legs to their natural position while pushing yourself in a sitting position.

Your chest still felt tight and you pressed your hand against your heart, starting a sequence of deep breaths —in through your nose, out through your mouth— to help regulate your system. 

Like he was trying to be mindful of your state, he cautiously rose on his legs, his standing height even more terrifying when you were sitting on the ground. But you didn’t panic. If he wanted to harm you he would have already done so and probably without crying. 

He observed you closely, making sure it was okay for him to come closer and you let him. You weren’t sure how to communicate with a wolf, how to tell him you would rather not want him to come closer, but as long as you weren’t his lunch, you would just play along until he hopefully got disinterested in you and moved on.

The wolf sniffed at your hair, face and arms, testing the waters as you stayed stiff. Without warning, he licked at your face with his large tongue. You could tell he was trying to be gentle, his touch tickling you. You squirmed away with a laugh falling from your lips and you held one hand out to him. Your other hand wiped his saliva off your face. “No, no, that’s enough.” 

Oddly enough, he listened. Or at least it seemed like he did, because he didn’t lick you again.

Instead he dipped his head down and your eyes widened. When you didn’t do anything, he nudged his head towards you. Not only did he empathize with your fear, he wanted to show you he wasn’t something to be feared.

Hesitantly, you reached for the top of his head and you raked your fingers through the strands of his fur, giving him a firm rub. He gave you a huff of approval and a soft smile tugged at your lips. “Maybe you aren’t as scary as I thought.” 

Growing more comfortable, you used both hands to pet him, sleeking the fur on the top of his head back with gentle strokes. “Now I’m kind of embarrassed that you saw me react like that. That was a major overreaction.” You chuckled.

Eventually you found your bearings, the grey wolf, you named Wolfie for convenience, comforting you with his head rubs until you felt comfortable enough to move freely around him. 

He helped you up, letting you use him as leverage to get on your feet. You dusted off the dirt as best as you could, but the brown stains would raise suspicions from your parents about your whereabouts. If they ended up giving you a hard time about it, you knew you deserved it. Even if Wolfie didn’t eat you, he scared you badly enough to not go against your parents’ wishes for at least the next five years. 

The grey wolf’s head cocked up, his ears perking at a sound your human ears didn’t seem to pick up on. You followed his line of sight, deeper into the woods, not finding what he was looking at. Suddenly he turned to you, prodding his nose into your side, shoving you from your place. 

“Hey!” You exclaimed, regaining your footing. 

He stomped one of his paws against the ground, giving you another push in the direction you came from. 

He wanted you to leave the woods.

“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll go.” You said sheepishly, adjusting your backpack on your shoulders. You headed towards the nearest road, guessing that with all the noise of manmade vehicles it was probably the easiest way to stay clear from any other animals who would definitely harm you if you came across them.

“Thank you for not eating me.” You shot him a glance over your shoulder as he watched you walk away, hoping he would somehow get what you were trying to say.

[byrachel]

i'm kind of in the mood to choose one of my old fics to rewrite just to see how much i've grown as a writer, but i haven't written that much in the last few years so i might have not grown at all lol

[byrachel]

here is the unfinished outline and draft of missed calls part two. i’m so sorry i never finished it but i hope you guys like it anyway 😭 if there are any questions regarding this please let me know, im happy to answer it.

tagging: @scotterpotterlocker

can i request a fanfic where seth and the reader gets into a bad argument. the next day he’s goes off to fight a vampire and gets his ribs crushed. towards the end you could make it FLUFFY😁

SETH CLEARWATER MISSED CALL | part one

word count: 1534

summary: being ignored with good reason for over 4 days, seth decides to pay his girlfriend a visit at school to apologize for his shortcomings, but their conversation ends differently than he had anticipated

warnings: mentions of anxiety, definitely an attempt at writing angst

note: first of all i wanna thank you anon for requesting, because i really liked your idea! i hope this is kind of what you had in mind. i also decided to make it two parts, because this one was getting really long so i hope that one will be out soon too :)

(Y/N) sighed relieved when the last school bell of the week echoed through the classroom. All her classmates, including her, starting packing their bags in a hurry wanting to get home as quickly as possible while the teacher was trying to remind them of the homework they were supposed to hand in by Monday.

(Y/N) yawned as she walked out of the classroom, trying not to get too annoyed by her loud classmates who were already planning on what they were going to later that day. Usually she would tag along, but the lack of sleep was catching up to her and there was no way she wasn’t going straight to bed when she got home.

Dragging her legs through the hallways, she got to her locker where she only had to get her phone. She didn’t even want to turn it on, knowing it would be getting blown up by texts of her boyfriend trying to get her attention. She normally wasn’t one to ignore people because she liked communicating her feelings, but after doing it one too many times she was sick of her feelings being ignored.

It had been almost four whole days since she talked to Seth and she would be lying if she said that it was easy. It was suddenly really quiet around her when she was doing her homework, there was no one to listen to how her day went or to annoy her when things were getting boring. She wanted to pick up her phone whenever he called, texted or left a voicemail but she knew she would just be forgiving him before the cycle continued.

Without alerting any of her friends, (Y/N) decided to leave school not having the energy to explain to them why she had been off the last few days. She walked through the exit door, but stopped in her tracks. From the top of the stairs she could see Seth standing on the parking lot, his hands deep in his pockets as he awkwardly smiled at the students who stared at him. It wasn’t everyday they saw someone new at their school.

She cursed to herself. There was no way she could avoid him, she would have to walk past him and ignoring someone who was right next to you was much harder than simply ignoring a text. As she made her way to the bottom of the stairs, she could see his gaze fall on her. She hated to see how his eyes lit up when he finally saw her again, it was so hard to stay mad at those eyes.

As she walked in his direction he nonchalantly joined her, strolling right next to her with a nervous smile on his face. “I know you’re still mad, but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.” She said monotonously, not even looking up at any given moment.

The corners of his mouth dropped. It was clear she still didn’t want to talk to him so they didn’t, walking in complete silence. His head was spinning, trying to come up with ways to talk to his girlfriend, to make up what he had done wrong, but it was no help. Every time he thought he had found something to break the ice she would shoot him down with her short answers, never really acknowledging his attempts to talk about the mistake he made.

When her house was finally in their sight, he started to become even more anxious to talk to her, because there was no way to break her mental walls she build to keep him out. The chance was even slimmer she would let him into her home.

“Baby.” He gently grabbed her by her arm keeping her from walking to her front door. “Please tell me how to make it up to you.” By the tone in his voice she could tell he was getting desperate, but she honestly didn’t want to hear it anymore.

As he pulled her towards him, she was trying to find words which wouldn’t let her spill any tears of frustration. This was how it went the last few times and she forgave him every time, but she was too tired this time. Tired of the empty promises, tired of silently crying the whole night until it was time to get up for school, the worry in the pit of her stomach keeping her from her well needed sleep, while he slept peacefully.

“Why should I?” She sighed, pulling her arm out of his grip. “You ignored me the first ten times, why would it be any different now?” She didn’t even sound mad anymore, just disappointed and broken, it was alarming.

Only after the new born fight (Y/N) grasped how strong vampires actually were and what kind of damage they were able to inflict on others. The fact Jacob got hurt was imprinted on her mind. Although he was one of the strongest members of the pack, a single vampire was able to crush his bones so what would happen if Seth encountered one on his own? 

She had explained to him multiple times she just wanted him to call her after every patrol so she knew he was safe, but Seth couldn’t help passing out right after coming home. He didn’t even think it was unreasonable what she was asking from him, but his head just couldn’t keep up with it when he come home at three in the morning. 

“I’m sorry, I--” He tried to apologize, but (Y/N) held her hand up to stop him before he was able to finish his sentence.

“No, you’re not.” She slightly raised her voice, annoyed at his attempt to make another meaningless apology. She just wanted to see change. “You would do what I asked if you were.”

She sighed softly, almost feeling bad when she saw his shocked expression. She wasn’t sure if it was because she raised her voice or because of what she said, but he wasn’t used to either. In their relationship they never had any arguments before, let alone a real fight. Seth could only stare at her, not knowing how or even if he should say anything back. It wasn’t like it was gonna do any good, he messed up big time. 

She took a second to keep her composure, looking away before her gaze found his sad eyes again. "Is it really that hard to call-- not even a call, a text would be fine too.”  Tears were collecting in the corners of (Y/N)’s eyes as she realized how seriously it actually was. It felt like he was actively ignoring her needs which weren’t even hard meet. She showed him it wasn’t necessary to do what she asked him by forgiving him every time he slipped up, but she had enough. 

“I will.” He stated sternly, trying to show how genuine he was about keeping his promise that time. His heart imploded in on itself seeing his girlfriend fight the tears which threatened to fall down her beautiful face. “I will call, text, just whatever I need to do to fix this.” He swallowed hard, knowing his words weren’t holding any weight. He had told her the exact same thing just right before she started to ignore him, but he didn’t know what else to say. 

“Even if you fix it, does it mean I have to cry every time I want something to change?” She gave him a sarcastic chuckle through her tame sobs, drying the fallen tears from her cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket. “Because if that’s really the case I don’t think I want to be in a relationship with you, Seth.”

His heart sank to his stomach, the blood draining from his face. “No, no. I’ll listen, I swear. I just--” He needed a moment to find the words he was looking for, balling his fists by his side in frustration while he blinked the forming tears away. “I’m not doing this on purpose, I just don’t know how to keep this new lifestyle in balance with my social life-- not that it’s a good excuse, I just need to get used to all this.” He rattled.

“I get it, I really do.” (Y/N) sobbed through her words, her shoulders shuddering. “But I’ve been awake for days at the time with just a few hours of sleep, because I didn’t know if you were okay. It’s just. . . It’s exhausting.”

“What can I do?” Seth repeated once again, his voice basically pleading for forgiveness. A few tears escaped his eyes, staining his cheeks. 

“Just give me space, because I can’t take any decisions like this.” She answered him, referring to her current state of mind. (Y/N) didn’t give Seth any time to process what she had just said, adjusting her schoolbag on her shoulder before she turned around and headed towards her front door again. 

Space, echoed through Seth’s mind as he watched his girlfriend physically and mentally distance herself from him. He didn’t even get a goodbye, the door shutting before he had another chance to say anything else. 

Is this the end of us?

masterlist | part two [cs] | not edited

[byrachel]

i’m so glad you posted again 🥹

Standing In The Rain

pairing: Seth x Reader

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

warning: angst then fluff 😋

w/c: 1087

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[byrachel]

someone tell this girl to stop harassing me 🤨 /j

can i request a fanfic where seth and the reader gets into a bad argument. the next day he’s goes off to fight a vampire and gets his ribs crushed. towards the end you could make it FLUFFY😁

SETH CLEARWATER MISSED CALL | part one

word count: 1534

summary: being ignored with good reason for over 4 days, seth decides to pay his girlfriend a visit at school to apologize for his shortcomings, but their conversation ends differently than he had anticipated

warnings: mentions of anxiety, definitely an attempt at writing angst

note: first of all i wanna thank you anon for requesting, because i really liked your idea! i hope this is kind of what you had in mind. i also decided to make it two parts, because this one was getting really long so i hope that one will be out soon too :)

(Y/N) sighed relieved when the last school bell of the week echoed through the classroom. All her classmates, including her, starting packing their bags in a hurry wanting to get home as quickly as possible while the teacher was trying to remind them of the homework they were supposed to hand in by Monday.

(Y/N) yawned as she walked out of the classroom, trying not to get too annoyed by her loud classmates who were already planning on what they were going to later that day. Usually she would tag along, but the lack of sleep was catching up to her and there was no way she wasn’t going straight to bed when she got home.

Dragging her legs through the hallways, she got to her locker where she only had to get her phone. She didn’t even want to turn it on, knowing it would be getting blown up by texts of her boyfriend trying to get her attention. She normally wasn’t one to ignore people because she liked communicating her feelings, but after doing it one too many times she was sick of her feelings being ignored.

It had been almost four whole days since she talked to Seth and she would be lying if she said that it was easy. It was suddenly really quiet around her when she was doing her homework, there was no one to listen to how her day went or to annoy her when things were getting boring. She wanted to pick up her phone whenever he called, texted or left a voicemail but she knew she would just be forgiving him before the cycle continued.

Without alerting any of her friends, (Y/N) decided to leave school not having the energy to explain to them why she had been off the last few days. She walked through the exit door, but stopped in her tracks. From the top of the stairs she could see Seth standing on the parking lot, his hands deep in his pockets as he awkwardly smiled at the students who stared at him. It wasn’t everyday they saw someone new at their school.

She cursed to herself. There was no way she could avoid him, she would have to walk past him and ignoring someone who was right next to you was much harder than simply ignoring a text. As she made her way to the bottom of the stairs, she could see his gaze fall on her. She hated to see how his eyes lit up when he finally saw her again, it was so hard to stay mad at those eyes.

As she walked in his direction he nonchalantly joined her, strolling right next to her with a nervous smile on his face. “I know you’re still mad, but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.” She said monotonously, not even looking up at any given moment.

The corners of his mouth dropped. It was clear she still didn’t want to talk to him so they didn’t, walking in complete silence. His head was spinning, trying to come up with ways to talk to his girlfriend, to make up what he had done wrong, but it was no help. Every time he thought he had found something to break the ice she would shoot him down with her short answers, never really acknowledging his attempts to talk about the mistake he made.

When her house was finally in their sight, he started to become even more anxious to talk to her, because there was no way to break her mental walls she build to keep him out. The chance was even slimmer she would let him into her home.

“Baby.” He gently grabbed her by her arm keeping her from walking to her front door. “Please tell me how to make it up to you.” By the tone in his voice she could tell he was getting desperate, but she honestly didn’t want to hear it anymore.

As he pulled her towards him, she was trying to find words which wouldn’t let her spill any tears of frustration. This was how it went the last few times and she forgave him every time, but she was too tired this time. Tired of the empty promises, tired of silently crying the whole night until it was time to get up for school, the worry in the pit of her stomach keeping her from her well needed sleep, while he slept peacefully.

“Why should I?” She sighed, pulling her arm out of his grip. “You ignored me the first ten times, why would it be any different now?” She didn’t even sound mad anymore, just disappointed and broken, it was alarming.

Only after the new born fight (Y/N) grasped how strong vampires actually were and what kind of damage they were able to inflict on others. The fact Jacob got hurt was imprinted on her mind. Although he was one of the strongest members of the pack, a single vampire was able to crush his bones so what would happen if Seth encountered one on his own? 

She had explained to him multiple times she just wanted him to call her after every patrol so she knew he was safe, but Seth couldn’t help passing out right after coming home. He didn’t even think it was unreasonable what she was asking from him, but his head just couldn’t keep up with it when he come home at three in the morning. 

“I’m sorry, I--” He tried to apologize, but (Y/N) held her hand up to stop him before he was able to finish his sentence.

“No, you’re not.” She slightly raised her voice, annoyed at his attempt to make another meaningless apology. She just wanted to see change. “You would do what I asked if you were.”

She sighed softly, almost feeling bad when she saw his shocked expression. She wasn’t sure if it was because she raised her voice or because of what she said, but he wasn’t used to either. In their relationship they never had any arguments before, let alone a real fight. Seth could only stare at her, not knowing how or even if he should say anything back. It wasn’t like it was gonna do any good, he messed up big time. 

She took a second to keep her composure, looking away before her gaze found his sad eyes again. "Is it really that hard to call-- not even a call, a text would be fine too.”  Tears were collecting in the corners of (Y/N)’s eyes as she realized how seriously it actually was. It felt like he was actively ignoring her needs which weren’t even hard meet. She showed him it wasn’t necessary to do what she asked him by forgiving him every time he slipped up, but she had enough. 

“I will.” He stated sternly, trying to show how genuine he was about keeping his promise that time. His heart imploded in on itself seeing his girlfriend fight the tears which threatened to fall down her beautiful face. “I will call, text, just whatever I need to do to fix this.” He swallowed hard, knowing his words weren’t holding any weight. He had told her the exact same thing just right before she started to ignore him, but he didn’t know what else to say. 

“Even if you fix it, does it mean I have to cry every time I want something to change?” She gave him a sarcastic chuckle through her tame sobs, drying the fallen tears from her cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket. “Because if that’s really the case I don’t think I want to be in a relationship with you, Seth.”

His heart sank to his stomach, the blood draining from his face. “No, no. I’ll listen, I swear. I just--” He needed a moment to find the words he was looking for, balling his fists by his side in frustration while he blinked the forming tears away. “I’m not doing this on purpose, I just don’t know how to keep this new lifestyle in balance with my social life-- not that it’s a good excuse, I just need to get used to all this.” He rattled.

“I get it, I really do.” (Y/N) sobbed through her words, her shoulders shuddering. “But I’ve been awake for days at the time with just a few hours of sleep, because I didn’t know if you were okay. It’s just. . . It’s exhausting.”

“What can I do?” Seth repeated once again, his voice basically pleading for forgiveness. A few tears escaped his eyes, staining his cheeks. 

“Just give me space, because I can’t take any decisions like this.” She answered him, referring to her current state of mind. (Y/N) didn’t give Seth any time to process what she had just said, adjusting her schoolbag on her shoulder before she turned around and headed towards her front door again. 

Space, echoed through Seth’s mind as he watched his girlfriend physically and mentally distance herself from him. He didn’t even get a goodbye, the door shutting before he had another chance to say anything else. 

Is this the end of us?

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PLEASE HELP ME NOT HAVE TO GO BACK INTO AN ABUSIVE SITUATION

I really really hate talking about this or asking for help but I cannot afford rent this month. I moved out of an abusive situation a little over a year ago and I’ve been working so hard to not have to go back. If I cannot pay rent this month I will have to live in a 600 sq ft loft with my abusers again.

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You're Rachel?

Yeah, secretly you're Rachel from twilight 😉

OMG how did you know?

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omg this is adorable!! the dynamic is amazing and they’re hilarious together, i love this so much :((

Seth Clearwater x Reader: Wolf Time

Word Count: 557 Summary: Seth wants to show the Reader his wolf form for the first time.

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   The pair of you had been walking for a few minutes. While it was not something new for you both to do together, the reasoning for the situation was.    “Are you sure?” You asked, looking around at the forest of trees encircling your vision.    “Yeah, totally.” He was practically hopping in place.    From what you were told prior, you were not exactly sure if he was preparing himself, or just full of his usual excitement.    “Um, Seth?” Your hesitance catching his attention. “You as a, uh, wolf, isn’t gonna take out a couple trees or anything, right?”    Bouncing over to you, he shook his head with a laugh. “No, you don’t have to worry about that. Just think, large wolf, not Godzilla.”   You tilted you head at the thought. “Wouldn’t King Kong make more sense for a comparison? I mean…mammals.”    “Hmm, I guess so. Yeah, that’ll work too. All right. Now, are you ready?”    “To see you as a cute puppy? Yes.”    A pout emerged on his face, “I’m not cute—”    “Cuteness is in the eye of the beholder.”    “I’m not so sure that’s the phrase.”

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Words: 410

Character: Seth Clearwater

Summary: Seth is concerned for your well being durning a cold night at the bonfire.

Rating: FLUFF 🥰

Twilight Masterlist

A/N: not me coming back from the dead and posting 💀

“Are you okay?” Seth asked, you were both sitting on a log in front of the campfire. Jacob decided to have a bonfire on the beach so everyone could be together. You knew the real reason why he did it, it was the guy’s way of congratulating Seth for imprinting on you. They said it was him finally entering his manhood, it was complete bullshit but you went with it anyway.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Lie, it was in the middle of November, the wind was blowing and the temperature dropped severely. It was so cold that the lake near the house was completely frozen. Just thinking about the cold weather made you shiver.

He must have noticed you shiver or your teeth chattering against one another. Unlike him, you couldn’t produce an abundant amount of heat so of course, you were cold. The big winter jacket you were wearing had no aid.

He got up from his spot on the log, it was colder now that he was gone.“If you’re cold we can go home (Y/N). I don’t want you getting a cold out here.” He held out his hand for you to grab, You forcefully pulled him down so he was sitting next to you again, your arms were looped around his. The heat was now engulfing the right side of your face. “I’m fine, I swear Seth.” You murmured on his shoulder.

Seth pulled you in closer, his lips connecting with the top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sure the people in the next state can hear your teeth chattering.”

“Well let them listen, I’m not going home Seth.”

“Here.” You felt his arms wrap around your knees, he pulled you up so you were now sitting on his lap. “Now you’re warm.”

“Barely, but we’re going to get there.”

The warmth of his body engulfed yours slowly. Seth had moved you guys closer to the log so you could be closer by the fire. Your hands still trembled from the cold but your boyfriend fixed them. He brought your fingers up to his lips, kissing them softly.

“Eww, they taste like smoke.” Seth gagged in disgust throwing your hands back to your side. His tongue hung out of his mouth panting out. You shoved him for making fun of you.

“You’re such an ass Seth.”

He giggled, kissing you on the forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Seth.”

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i’ve barely been on here how am i almost at 600 followers 😭 i’m very grateful tho!! you guys always give me a spark of inspiration when i least expect it and i love that, thank you so much 🥰

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part 2 of cursed fates? it was soooooo good 😆

im responding to this months later, im so sorry 😭 and it’s not that i don’t want to post a part two, i just wouldn’t know what to write for it. i thought i did know where i wanted it to go but every time i go to my document i just stare at that blank page. bc do i want it to be a happy ending? a sad ending? i don’t know