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I am now everything you couldve ever wanted and I still dont love myself

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Hey yall!

I'd really love to get back into writing here on Tumblr and am in desperate need of some writing prompts!

Thank you :).

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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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Lechery

It's always at nighttime,

Before I go to sleep

When it's quiet.

It's on those nights which I am once again flooded with the images, the memories.

Hastily inundated with the same anguish and hopelessness felt once before.

When a boy decided that he could no longer read.

Even though the pages so clearly laid before him, definite and just.

Afraid.

Ignored.

Instead, the hopeful boy, with undesired passion, took the book between his fingers and tore it page by page.

Until finally, the story contained only his interpretation of lust and longing.

Not the same tattered narrative.

For a book is merely a book, and a boy's ardour bears stronger.

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I don't know what I'm doing

But I believed what you said

And I listened intently,

When you laid me on your bed.

I don't know what I'm doing

And I thought I wanted you

But I see right through you

And the stupidity of your youth.

And I don't know what I'm doing

But I'm scared of losing you

And I know that I shouldn't,

Because you'll just play the fool.

-the fool

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A stare.

Conversation.

Laughter.

A touch here and there.

Lemon head.

Murder in the dark.

Innocence.

Toast.

A jumper. Pulpfiction.

Connection.

The Smiths.

Corduroy pants.

Crystal chandelier.

'you wanna watch a movie?'

Falling asleep.

A friendship.

An offer, and an acceptance.

A kiss.

Caress.

Alcohol and an open hand.

Choices of love and value.

Pretty hair.

Smiles and warmth.

A crush.

Making plans.

Anxious.

'Can we talk'.

Anger.

The latter. The loser.

Betrayal. Lies.

Just friends.

Existance.

More choices.

Push and pull.

Please.

-for a boy named finn

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I like two kinds of men.

The angry ones with issues that I have to work hard to enjoy and will certainly be rude to me.

And the sweet boy who blushes when he sees me and compliments me all the time.

There is no in between.

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𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝙻𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

Paul keep a collection of old records in his room. He can't use them for anything, but he likes how they look.

Paul fucking hates salted caramel with a passion and if you bring it near him it's all over

He loves the Golden Girls.

He hates the smell of chlorine

Paul likes to crack open any interesting rocks he finds. He has not found many geods, but it's ok.

He prefers carbonara to bolognese pasta.

He has a plain black onesie.

He misses having longer hair. The process of washing and brushing and tieing his hair was good for him.

Paul hates alcohol.

If you couldn't already guess, Paul is incredibly horny.

He wants to take you out on dates but he has very little money so he tries to find you pretty rocks and flowers and take you to the beach as much as possible. Sometimes he works odd jobs when he can just to buy you a meal.

He isn't much of a reader, but he really enjoyed one John Green book that he can't remember the name of.

He wishes he had learnt an instrument.

Every mirror in his house is broken.

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𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 (𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘓𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦)

(A/N) this is the first little one shot that I decided on. Basically the imprintee had gone out on a walk with Paul (they are a couple and have been dating for 6 and a half weeks after knowing each other for four months) and a vampire attacks. Imprintee knows nothing of the wolf or the imprint or even vampires. This is the aftermath.

The cold air hit her lungs as she backed away, her spine hitting the wall with a thud. She turns her face away from the boy who comes toward her. He radiates pure warmth.

Such a tempting warmth, such a tempting scent that in a second she could be in his arms. Entangled in him.

He was everything.

Certainly, she should have run from him, but at the end of the day, with ease, she would have been captured and in his arms once again. So tempting.

Paul Lahote was the most irresistible boy she had ever met and she craved his presence every moment since they had met months ago.

The issue with this is that she had just witnessed him kill a man. Tear him apart and break his body to pieces while the terrible sound of shattering porcelain rung into the open air between the two.

It was the most terrifying sight she had ever witnessed, accompanied by the fact that this boy, a mere boy, had transformed into a huge wolf in front of her very eyes.

If she didn't know better, she would think herself insane and delusional but instead, he was here with her. Standing in front of her and completely human.

How could this be possible? She had watched him battle the beautiful man and tear him apart while in a lupine form, but here he was breathing down her neck with his arms trapping her against the wall.

She could feel her brain trying to scream, yell or do anything but for some reason that rationality was stifled and for what reason, is unknown and alarming.

"Please. Please, baby." He sighed against her skin. He leaned further down, nuzzling himself further into his lover's resistant frame.

"P-Paul no. No. Just. Get off of," she gulped back the tears, whether they were of fear or sadness, she did not know. Perhaps, both?

"-get off of me." She continues.

The boy pulls away, his eyes boring holes in her glistening gaze before pulling away quickly and sitting back on the bed with a sigh.

He places his head in his large hands as they slightly shake, "I'm sorry. I-I never thought-"

"You never thought what Paul?" She pushes off of the wall slightly, frustrated.

"Are you upset that I found out you're a murderer? A...a beast? You killed him." Her voice quietens and a tear slips down her face.

She watches as his shaking pauses before intensifying further, barely blurring before her eyes.

He keeps his face to the floor.

"I did not kill anyone. I was saving you, baby."

"How can you say that? I watched you tear him apart. As a wolf, Paul. A fucking wolf."

He looks up now and she can see that even his eyes are glazed.

"I was going to tell you. I promise. I've only been with you for a couple of weeks and I didn't... I didn't want to rush you into it. I promise you, I promise that I am no murderer though. He wasn't. He wasn't human."

Her mind was racing. He wasn't human? He hadn't exactly looked human, but was that a reason to kill him?

"Not human?" The girl questions meekly, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

He pats the bed next to him softly and gives her a small, reassuring smile. Suddenly the irresistibility kicks in and she doesn't feel as disgusted as she did before, but rather welcomed.

"I'll tell you everything, please. Just...let me. I won't hurt you. I would rather die than hurt you."

She wants to be disgusted. She wants to run and tell him he's a murderer but she can't. She's confused and whatever bond she has with Paul is dulling any sensibility that she once had.

So she sits.

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how am I supposed to live with the fact that edwards d!ck sparkles in the sunlight