CULLENS || TWLGHT OS 01

Sam Uley | Here Comes The Sun

By : fangurk.tumblr

Summary: Forks, Washington is positively dreary, and the Reader hates it– she misses California, misses the warm sun and the way it didn't constantly rain. But now, because of some supernatural force, she's had to make it her home, and maybe, just maybe, she can find the warmth she so missed in the stubborn werewolf who sleeps in her bed...

Warnings: kind of seasonal depression-y, mostly just fluff.

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You're hiding, scowling, underneath the portico of your home. Your boyfriend Sam Uley stands a few feet in front of you getting absolutely drenched in the downpour, his hand extended to you in silent invitation.

"C'mon..." He says with a smile that brightens his whole face.

It should be considered unlawful, that smile of his. Rare and completely reserved for you, it only seems to come up when he needs to sway you in his favor– because how can you say no to that smile?

"You're crazy." You mutter matter-of-factly, placing your hand in his.

"Only for you, baby." The cheeky bastard lifts your hands to his lips and kisses you on the knuckles as if he didn't know he'd win.

Rolling your eyes, you step out from beneath your protection. The rain quickly engulfs you, rolling off your jacket and soaking your head; Sam sees the way you wince, your nose wrinkling at the feeling, and has the audacity to laugh.

Hand in hand, you and your wolf run to his truck. Water kicks up underneath your feet and splashes up your legs, effectively chilling you to your core; you practically rip the door of the truck open, clambering in and rubbing your arms to warm up. Sam watches you adoringly, turning up the heater even if he really doesn't need it.

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It stops raining by the time Sam parks the car on the side of the road, finally arriving wherever he wants to go. All of it looks the same to you— alive and green and wet— but it must be special to him because there's a strange, childlike excitement in his eyes.

"I told you I knew it would be fine." He says, closing your door after you.

"Being a shapeshifter doesn't come with weather-telling abilities— you guessed."

He rolls his eyes half-heartedly and takes your hand, helping you over the road barrier.

"It was an educated guess."

"Still a guess."

The ground is soft and squishy under your feet as you start to walk deeper into the trees. Sam purses his lips at you, but doesn't say anything more; for a short while, there's no sound but the sounds of nature and your panting from the exertion.

"Just a few more steps– and here we are!"

He sweeps his hand out and your eyes follow it. In front of you is a large clearing in the trees, a hilly plot of land absolutely blanketed by tiny purple flowers; they only come up to your ankles and they fill the air with a sweet aroma.

It's a breathtaking sight.

"Woah– Sam... " Your words are stolen from you, and he's smiling again.

"Pretty isn't it?" Pretty is an understatement. "Ever seen anything like it?"

You can only shake your head.

Sam launches into a long talk about the field. He talks about the flowers and the grass and beautiful things. He's looking at the field. You're looking at him.

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"Hey, babe!"

Begrudgingly getting off the couch, wrapped up in a thick woolen thing Sue Clearwater gave you, you trek onto the porch to find your wolf. He's sitting on the steps, listening to his radio– shirtless, somehow.

"What's up?" You lean on the doorframe, wrapping your arms around yourself.

He turns to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

"They say it's been a solid ninety all week where you're from." Sam says it as if it's the most preposterous thing he's ever heard.

You want to say 'your body runs hotter than that' but you don't, all you do is snort and smile.

"It gets way hotter in Death Valley."

You sit with him, tucked under his arm, and he listens happily to your explanation.

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The boys help keep your mind off things. Cooking and cleaning give you something to do, and they're always nice and goofy and just an overall good time.

Sam still worries. Of course, he does.

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Slowly, more and more, you start leaving the house.

One of your boys is always with you, but it's an accomplishment nevertheless.

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The sand at First Beach is soft on your feet– and almost dry.

Sam's holding your hand, half dragging you down to the little fire pit that'd been set up and the excited werewolves bustling about. Half of them are playing soccer off to the side, half were trying to figure out the fire; when Kim sees you both, she waves.

"Hey, guys!"

You're swarmed as soon as you put down the coolers with food, given brisk 'thank you's and side hugs that make you laugh.

"I'm starting to think that they only want me for one thing..." Kim laughs at your comment as you sit next to her.

"Starting?"

Sam immediately joins the boys, completely in his element as he kicks a ball around with his pack.

A big part of you chronically misses California; it misses the warm, dry air and the constant sunlight. That part hates Washington more than anything.

But a bigger part of you is in love with Sam Uley.

He smiles bright and he's warm. He can be your sun, he has the capacity.