Multi-Fandom Imagines :)

seth clearwater (the twilight saga)

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making my way up to Seth's homely one story house a million thoughts ran through my mind at once.

imprinting? what even is an imprint? hadn't he told me all of the wolfs secrets? why imprint on me? theres nothing special about me.

but I couldn't think too far ahead, after all I had no clue what imprinting meant anyways. Leah accidentally spilled the beans to me about how "Seth imprinted on me". and after she realized I didn't understand what she meant, she told me she wasn't supposed to tell me and that she just figured Seth told me already.

which he didn't. I wasn't mad as much confused as to why my best friend of 11; almost 12 years would keep this, whatever it was from me. I thought we told each other everything.

he told me before anyone else when he first ever shifted into a werewolf after his father died. and I knew the whole pack as family. that being only a few months ago, I felt we were closer than ever.

my hand reached for the front door handle and twisted it slowly trying to make as little noise as possible. I took my shoes off at the front door and made my way down the familiar hallway of his home.

when I stood in front of his bedroom door it was cracked; as always. all I could spot through the frame was the end of his bed and his sock covered feet hanging out from under his plaid comforter that covered him from his calfs up.

pushing the door open slightly wider my heart sped up. the side of Seth's face pushed up against his incredibly comfortable pillow and soft snores coming from his lips.

it was times like these, when Seth made me feel things, things best friends shouldn't feel for each other.

butterflies erupted in my stomach when I walked closer to the side of his bed. his broad shoulders and perfect jawline on display. and his lack of a shirt made my face feel warmer than normal.

absentmindedly my hand reached for his unkempt bed hair that rested on his forehead, running my fingers through it. his dark brown locks seemed softer than ever meaning he probably took a shower before falling asleep.

ever so lightly my newly manicured nails; that he took me to Seattle to get done, scratched at his scalp. a groan escaped his lips but no audible words.

"Seth," my voice just above a whisper, "scooch over a bit." his body shifted to the right, still facing me, but I wasn't sure if he'd heard me or if he was just trying to get comfortable again.

nonetheless I crawled into the side of the bed i'd normally be on and laid my head in the crook of his neck. the natural warmth that being a werewolf gifted him with was a blessing when winter was harsh like this.

my fingertips almost immediately defrosted as my arms wrapped around his neck pulling his body closer to mine. the smell of his coconut body wash filled my senses making me feel content.

I was a couple seconds away from slumber when I felt his arms wrap securely around my waist pulling my body flush against his.

which reminded me of my task at hand, and alerted me he was awake now.

my pointer finger traced meaningless patterns on his shoulder blade before I spoke softly, "Seth, whats an imprint?"

instantly I felt the heartbeat in his chest pick up speed and his breaths become faster.

"who told you?" he paused for a second, "a-about imprinting?"

"Leah, just today accidentally spilled about it," I took a deep breath, "about how you imprinted on me."

his warm hands slid up my sweatshirt the tiniest bit and rested on my bare skin. "well, its something us wolves have no control over."

he'd paused for so long I became worried, "go on."

"its sort of like a s-soulmate, but more. two people who are not only meant for each other but made for each other. one second we were just best friends and I had a stupid little crush on you and the next thing I knew its you holding me to earth, not gravity." by the end of his confession his voice was gentle, like he was walking on thin ice and didn't want to shatter it.

my heart was beating so rapidly I was scared Seth could hear it, or feel it.

"you're telling me," I took a deep breath, "that we- you and me, were made specifically for each other?" my voice trembled, not quite believing it.

"basically," he breathed, "are you upset?" his voice quieter than before.

my breathing hitched and pulled away to look him in the eyes, "never in a million years would I ever be upset to hear that news." A smile made its way to my face when his eyes lit up.

I placed my hands softly on both sides of his and pulled his lips to meet mine. my fingers tangled themselves in his hair again while his hands roamed up and down my spine.

before it got too heated I pulled away still being able to feel his breath on my lips.

his voice cut off the sound of our heartbeats, "you're it for me y/n, and I couldn't be happier."

the end :)

I don't know for sure when I'll update next but i'm thinking it'll be about young Leonardo DiCaprio or Jack Dawson from the titanic bc hot damn.