Seth189 Stories

This is the world. The world we fight to protect. The world we fight to destroy. The world I was trapped in. - Watchers were sent down to Earth to try and sway a boy to join them. He was seen as a strong asset; one who could be a good tactician. The angels ran some heart foundation that protected the world and gave them love. An angel was also sent down to try and protect the boy. He was smart, yes, but if he went with the Watchers he could cause the next "game". The games the Watchers put on halted the entire world and grabbed fourteen poor teenagers and threw them into a state of desperate survival. The angels were there to try and prevent any chance of that happening, taking extra precautions so they didn't make the same mistake that caused the last one. So here we are. A manipulative Watcher named Grian sent down to Earth to try and lie his way towards Impulse, and a loving angel named Skizz sent down to Earth to try and console his way towards the same boy. The two are housed at different families that each have similar connections towards Impulse. Along the way, the two get caught up in personal relationships with the people, along with each other. Will the two continue the protecting and puzzling path towards Impulse, or will they try and find a way to stop the whole plan that caused nothing but harm? After all, no one in the world is a complete angel. ~ I know I didn't do a Halloween special last year but this time I've come back swinging! And by that, I mean I've this finished since the summer. I'm so excited to share it with you all! (Cover art is not mine [it's actually fanart of Roe from BoB]) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!

This is a sequel (or prequel) to The Powers We Have; you don't have to read that one first, but if you wanna know what happened near the end, I would suggest checking it out (this will make a lot more sense when the story's completed) WARNING: this story includes character death, trauma, mentions of blood and self-harm, and mild cursing. If any of that bothers you, feel free to click off "So what's your story?" Grian asked me as we walked into my house. "Ooooo." Scar messed with an hourglass on my table by spinning it around. "Scar, don't touch that." I said sternly and Scar grumbled. "Martyn? Why aren't you answering?" "Did you ask if you wanted water?" I asked, and Grian rolled his eyes. "I asked if you could tell us your story." "Yeah, what happened with you and Scott? And Canon?" Scar asked. I sighed and sat on the counter. "You wanna know what happened?" I asked and the two guys nodded. "Well get comfortable, it's gonna be a long story." (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! If you see this story on any other site besides Wattpad, it is not mine. C̸̯̔â̴̜͗̊n̸̰̤͒͒̿ǫ̸̽̕n̴̤̼̉̚͝'̸͙̎̂͘s̵̠̳̥͌͋ ̵̹̜̉̎͋n̴̖̄̿̚͜o̶̡̩̒̆̕t̷͕̀ ̸̣̉͘͝w̶̦̫̼̾̇h̵̹͕͛̀o̵͙͆̃ ̵͚̩͝t̷̰̃h̴͕͠ȅ̵͈̪̥ỳ̵̱̼̐̈ ̴̼̤̅̾͝ṡ̸́̚͜e̸͙͙̰͆e̸͚̞͔͂̈́̎ḿ̶̟͕̉͝ͅ

Lizzie decided to sit down on a bench in the lobby and her eyes found a boy who was standing by the vending machine. He looked sort of cute, but it wasn't like she was here looking for boys anyways. Of course there's that fantasy of having a kiss while at a camp, but that wasn't her intention. Even so, she glanced at him every now and then. He was leaning against the wall on his phone, listening to music while scrolling on his phone. His brown hair was just long enough for him to have to brush it back every now and then, and there was a long green streak in his bangs. He suddenly lifted his head and Lizzie quickly looked to the floor, her eyes glued to her converse. The boy put down his phone and walked over to a counselor, asking him a question. She leaned in to listen, just to hear his voice, but she got cut off when she heard another adult call for all the creative writing kids to get in a group. She sighed but stood up and made her way over, glancing at the boy once more over her shoulder before ignoring him. ~ This Shadowbeans story is all in Lizzie's perspective and is only 10 chapters. It is all based off of a true story at a summer camp that I recently went to. While it was very fun to learn about creative writing for about five days, this story focuses on another event that took place. I hope you enjoy! Also please note that in this story Lizzie and Jimmy are not related in any way (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work, please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! If you see this on Ao3, please let me know.

A final note before this year ends

HUGE THANKS TO @ItsTotalU FOR HELPING!! This Hogwarts themed story isn't connected to any of my past ones. This is an applyfic meaning you can share your OC and I'll write it where your character is at the school of magic with mcyts. [please note that Harry Potter's lore doesn't really apply here :] ~ "You know, I heard that someone messed with the Quidditch supplies." "Where'd you hear that? Students aren't allowed to tamper with anything in the Quidditch games." "I never said a student did it." "...do you really think a teacher did?" "Don't know, but whatever they did, I doubt it'll be good." "What'd they tamper with?" "Apparently the Snitch." "How are you so sure?" "I'm not..." - Rumors spread that the precious Golden Snitch had been messed with, and no one's quite sure if it was by a teacher or a student. Some were sure it was by a teacher since it seemed like advanced magic. Taking the light inside the Snitch and replacing it with poison, enough to kill the whole teams, who would do that? ~ (Cover art is a picture I took) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! I do not post on Ao3 or any other site, if you see my work on there please let me know so I can handle it, thank you.

Seth has a tag book thingy for friends and I'm trying to do the job!

The title. I cried while writing this :( (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! If you see this story on any other site besides Wattpad, it is not mine. I only post on Wattpad.

The title Let me know popular writers you want me to interview!! Oh and if you guys wanna help me interview authors, that'd be great!!! I try and update this every Monday :) (Totally didn't chose the cover bc of the flower on the top :))))

!!Recognized on Scott's subathon February 2025!! ~~•~~ You know those cliche scenarios that people just dream of? Like you get on the bus and your future partner just sits down right next to you and that's how you meet. I am one of those dreamers. Grian always did call me a helpless romantic. But I have never experienced romance. I'm what I like to call invisible. Invisible is both a word and a feeling. A feeling of loneliness, of darkness, of having the world go around you without you mattering. People don't normally notice or pay any attention to me. So it's time I take things into my own hands. So now when I see something I want, I'm gonna try and go after it. Even with romance. ~ (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! If you see this story on AO3 don't worry that's me posting it there :)

I sighed and opened the box, seeing pictures spill out. Pictures I had taken back in high school were printed out and put neatly into the box. Well, as neatly as I could've made it. These pictures hold so many memories. Memories of love, of pain, of how it all started. I picked up the photo of me standing outside my parent's home, smiling with a couple pimples on my face as I got ready for my first day of junior year in high school. That was where this all started. Back when I was one of the top editors in our yearbook class, despite me not even being a senior yet. This was the year that I had met the boy who would change my perspective on life, on people, on him. This was the year when I met Martyn Little-Wood. (Cover art is not mine) [thanks for 760!] This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work, please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! I do not post on Ao3 or any other site, if you see my work on there please let me know so I can handle it, thank you.

I never really fell in love. All throughout elementary school we gave out those crappy cardboard flavored chocolates to our classmates just because we had to. When middle school rolled around, however, that was when it really started to kick off. Roses being sold, actually good chocolates, even lockers were being stuffed with valentines! It was no longer a mandatory thing to give one, meaning I often got nothing. I never minded too much, since I knew that was the way things were. The girls would brag about all the gifts they got while the guys talked about the kisses they gave, and I simply watched in the background. The same went on until around my junior year in high school. I'm not sure what made me want to go see the jazz band's concert, but something in me told me it was worth my time. And that was when I met her. Zoe Murphy. ~ Just a short one-shot based off of my favorite DEH song If I Could Tell Her. (Cover art by sonya_cannot_remember on Discord) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! I do not post on Ao3 or any other site, if you see my work on there please let me know so I can handle it, thank you.

more one-shots, let's hope I don't lose my mind. You can ask for ones that connect with any of my stories or AUs or maybe the life series, ESMP (season 1+2), Afterlife, or Hermitcraft (I've only watched S8 tho sorry-) I will do some Sidlink if you'd like it. PLEASE READ THE FIRST CHAPTER EXPLAINING THE FORM ~•~ (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work, please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! I do not post on Ao3 or any other site, if you see my work on there please let me know so I can handle it, thank you.

A writing challenge made by @Seth189 that I'm participating in.

a one-shot based off of Scar's tweet "Legends say he still rooms the sunflower fields alone to this day" (Cover art is not mine)

This story includes spoilers to Dear Evan Hansen. If you have only listened to the musical, I would advise you to read the book in order to fully understand what is happening here. ~ "Connor? Are you even listening to me?" Cynthia asked. Connor lifted his head a bit and Cynthia sighed, her grip tightening a bit as she took a deep breath to try and calm herself down a bit. "Sorry." Connor mumbled, sitting up. "It's okay, just...I hope you know that this camp will really help you." Yeah right, isolating me away from my phone and the only person thats really cared about me. Fantastic idea, Cynthia. Connor thought. "Your father's been really worried after that...incident with the locker at your last school." Cynthia said, glancing at her youngest child in the backseat. "And Zoe, stop drawing on your jeans. Those are nice clothes you're ruining." "I'm not ruining, just...decorating." Zoe said, using a simple ink pen to scribble messy stars on the cuffs of her jeans. If Larry cared, he would've taken off work to drive up with us to this stupid camp. Connor thought, grumbling. "Can you do that for me, Connor?" Cynthia smiled, putting her hand on Connor's knee. Connor quickly snapped back and he looked at his mother through his thick hair that often hid his eyes. "I...yeah, I can." Frick what did she say?! Connor panicked inside his head but kept a blank expression. - (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! I do not post on Ao3 or any other site, if you see my work on there please let me know so I can handle it, thank you.

𝑀𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝒯𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝐼 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒; 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃. 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓃 ~ Happy Halloween, my friends (cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work, please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! I do not post on Ao3 or any other site, if you see my work on there please let me know so I can handle it, thank you.

I started this a bit ago but unpublished it cause I don't think anyone cared. It wasn't until recently when my friend was asking me how the heck I'm able to just buckle down and write chapters that I realized just how many questions you guys may have about writing. So! If you want any assistance with figuring out how to make an OC, writing angst or fluff, introducing chapters and characters, how to get over writer's block, or anything to do with writing really, feel free to stop by! This will not be updated regularly, just whenever I answer one of your questions or if I feel that a tip could help y'all ~ (cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! I do not post on Ao3 or any other site, if you see my work on there please let me know so I can handle it, thank you.

aka welcome to my personal hell, where I have to actually commit to what I failed to do during monster month. it's time for the wild world of prompting myself hideously. I'm going out in style and I'm taking Jimmy with me via the nickels.

This is a prequel to my story Hogwarts and is about how Grian and Scar met. This will be very short since it is an entry for @Always_Indigo's 2024 Christmas Secret Santa exchange. I hope you enjoy; stay warm and stay safe. (cover art is a picture I took in 2023) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work, please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! I do not post on Ao3 or any other site, if you see my work on there please let me know so I can handle it, thank you.

the title. A note to anyone posting on here