Hey! If You're Still Accepting Requests, Can You Imagine A Paul Imprinted On A Mermaid? Maybe She Can

Hey! If you're still accepting requests, can you imagine a Paul imprinted on a mermaid? Maybe she can get out of the water to see him or he can go to the beach to see her!

‘Everything that kills me, makes me feel alive’- Paul Lahote Headcannons!!

• To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He had only thought that wolves and vampires would roam around. So when finding out there were other creatures beyond the imagination of this shapeshifter had him shocked.

• He had been playing around with Seth, Jacob and Embry- running around, wrestling, kicking a ball around- he had seen you come up from the water with another person by your side. Your skin had water dripping from it, and your hair looked dry, not soaked at all.

• Your once fin/tail had turned into a neutral color bathing suit, adoring your colors and all. Hair, eyes, skin, and everything.

• Once Paul made eye contact with you, the wind that was once in his lungs had been knocked out of him with a large force. His heart pounded as he stared at you walking past him, laughing and talking with the other mermaid with you.

• Ignoring you was the best option for him, he would try to forget his feelings about falling for a “human”. But that one day changed, your classic love story. It had been a rather warmer day, while it was nice for humans, it felt like personal hell on earth for the wolves and their extremely high body temperature. He had come down to La Push to cool off in the water, with some other accompanying him. He had gone a bit farther out than the others. He had went under, than came back up to see someone swim up to the surface.

• You had asked him what he was doing, especially going far out into the sea creatures territory. Of course, confused, he informed you it belonged to the wolves and that there was no such thing as sea creatures. He believed that until he looked down and saw the shimmer of your tail. You guys had started to talk from the moment on, Paul being honest and thinking you were crazy.

• Days would pass and Paul would wait by the shore, hoping for you to come up- and you always did. You would bring him things you found at the bottom, shells, unique rocks, something cool that fell out of a boat and anything else.

• He has thought you were beautiful, something no one could compare to. A beauty that would have taken centuries to find once again. That night, he confessed to you under the finally not cloudy sky. He told you he imprinted on you, and that he cannot control it. Of course you were confused and a bit worried, but you gave him a shot.

• Everything went slow with you two, it took 3 weeks of dating to hold hands and than almost 2 months to go out in public together, 4 months just to kiss his cheek, and 6 months to meet his friends. He loved you and feared of losing you from how he acted and his temper. He couldn’t- more so wouldn’t- lose you. You were his, destined by design. It was meant to be this way.

• A year after dating, you had shared your first kiss. It was sweet, walking along the shore and talking about everything going on. He would stare at you on and on. You got self conscious for a moment, asking what was wrong or what was on you face.

“So- Paul are even listening?” You ask him, looking at him. “Hm? Yeah..” He says staring at your face with pure love and adoration. “What, is there something on my face?” You ask him again, reaching up to touch your face only to have your hand removed from your face to be met with Paul’s smile. “No, your gorgeous.” He says gently, taking your hand in his, pulling you closer and placing his free hand on your cheek. You looked at him, finally realizing this is where you wanna be as he dipped his head to place a small kiss on your lips.

All right, hear me out, hear me out. What if- dancing in the ballroom with Lorenzo after the Yull ball is over, yet the music is still playing. Specifically the song Waltz of The Flowers is playing in the ballroom as you two dance around, moving in such a swift motion it looks enchanting. Him spinning you around and placing you back down on your feet, your hands on his shoulders, laughing and giggling while spending this night with him.

I HAVE THE FUNNIEST REQUEST FOR YOU (because this actually happened to me and I need to tell someone send help please)

I started talking to this guy on a dating app a few days ago. He's a little younger than me and normally I don't really date people that are younger than me; for context, it's because I had to mature really early on (it's a whole thing, I won't get into it). Anyway, I gave him my phone number when he asked and so we've been texting ever since; he sends me cute little 'good morning' texts, tells me that he hopes I have a good day, etc. (entirely different from my last relationship of several years - for comparison, it's like I was dating Jane or Caius and suddenly jumped to Seth???).

SO ON SUNDAY, I had been up all night trying to get roleplay stuff together and I stupidly went down to the mini Mart by my house early in the morning (still sleep deprived) to get some coffee, and before I left, I took a cute little selfie in the car and sent it to him. Well I was all excited from how cute the selfie was, and when I climbed out of the car, I LOCKED MY KEYS IN THE CARRRRR FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE I WAS TWELVE.

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I haven't told him about it yet ...

I also found out that he roleplays like I do, and so I gave him my Sideblog. And when he followed me, I followed him back.

And I completely forgot that you can only follow from your main blog.

SO NOW THIS MAN CAN SEE ALL THE WEIRD THINGS I LIKE AND DO AND SEND HELP PLEASE

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WAS FOLLOWING MY MAIN BLOG UNTIL I CHECKED MY FOLLOWERS BECAUSE TUMBLR DIDN'T NOTIFY ME????

ANYWAY, this is all a really long winded way of asking you if you could please ease my embarrassment and write something between Seth and the reader involving these situations and Seth finding out from the reader about it (because my embarrassment is great for writing and I think Seth would be so amused to find out he flustered someone that much)

Thank you for the request, Lovebug!! I hope you like this :) (I have no idea what I’m doing!)

‘Call me maybe?’- Seth Clearwater Headcannon!!

• You had just so happen to meet Seth through Jacobs 17th birthday party. The conversation was very tame, introducing yourself to one another, talking about up coming events and how you liked the small, yet fun party.

• Seth was going to leave early as he had his ‘studies’ to get to. You took your shot and walked over to him, saying your goodbyes and offering to stay in touch. You had given him your personal number- not your home number, which you usually did.

• Sooner or later you guys started talking… a lot. You guys had also just so happened to share your facebooks with one another over call, friending each other. A very new app, Tumblr, was also something you guys had used to communicate. Well, at least on a fake account that is…

• On a very uneventful day, you had came home and opened up all of your social media to see if anything had happened. New friend request on Facebook? Except. Checking to see if Seth had texted you on Tumblr? Nothing. You had went to your other account that was used for your silly likings. Such as books, or movies, or even just clubs! Your heart sunk when you went through your followers for fun.

• You face bad became at least 3 shades lighter than what it was originally. As if on queue, Seth had called. You stared at your phone before picking it up and flipping it open, clicking on the call button… ‘Hello?’ Your voice ran over the line. ‘You’re into ___? Never knew!’ Seth said over the phone. Embarrassed you were. ‘Hey uh Seth, I’m going to have to hang up. I only have a few more minutes until my minutes run out and I can’t call anymore.’ You replied, almost wanting to die. ‘Huh? You said you had bought some extra minutes like… 2 days ago?’ He said confused. ‘Talk to you later, bye!’ I don’t think you’ve ever hung up the phone so fast.

• As if death had taken you by the hand, you avoided Seth, every chance you got. Of course it broke the poor boy’s heart, but over time you both overcame this little embarrassing moment, and now your telling it at your 3rd anniversary with Seth.

LOUDER FOR THOSE IN THE BACK!!🙌🏼

So I've decided to make a point. I know hundreds of writers on here have been trying to bring this to the attention of audiences, but it doesn't seem to be getting through. So I'm gonna try. These are the likes, comments, and reblog ratios on some of my fics.

I don't get as many notes as some authors do on here for most of my work, but you can see how out of 447 people that it's underwhelming to receive no comments.

Even on my more popular fanfictions, the comments and reblogs don't even compare to the amount of likes on a post.

And here is a fact that might startle some of you;

Likes mean nothing. They mean nothing on any social media app, and at the end of the day, they mean even less here. Writers want kudos, comments, ideas, and constructive criticism. Writers want your thoughts on the work you just read. Even if it's just a simple red heart emoji or a keyboard smash, that tells us so much and gives us inspiration to write similar content for you and others to enjoy. Reblogs are even more important than comments and most definitely likes. Reblogs allow our work to reach different sides and circles of tumblr. If it's on your mutuals dash because you reblogged it, then more people will see it, read it, and hopefully enjoy it. Reblogs matter, because writers are pouring their heart, soul, pussys, and dicks into these fics and are brave enough to post them. For free. You get to read these fics for free. And the least you can do is drop a comment.

Reblog a fic to your blog if you loved it. Even better, Reblog with tags or write your comments with the reblog. We see all of it, and it makes our day. Please, you're wondering why writers for your favorite fandoms are dwindling here. It's because there is no support. If you support your favorite writers, artists, gifmakers, etcetera, then we might just stick around and continue making free content for you all.

Nate Jacobs. God, where to begin? He was something else. Handsome, Tall, athletic, smart, manipulative, abusive, out of his mind psychotic. He was an Angel in the eyes of those who don’t know him or only had a 5 minute conversation with him. He would have strict rules when it came to you. He always said, “It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s those around you. You don’t know what they are capable of, Doll.” So he would do many things for you to keep you “safe”. He picks out your clothes, makes sure you are always in eye view of him, or whenever you go out, you must tell him how it is going every so often. But what you don’t know is that he has a tracker app on your phone so he knows where you are. It’s okay though, it is out of love. He loves you so much, he can’t let you go.

‘All I wanted was for you to love me’- Mattheo Riddle Headcannons!! (Sad & Soft)

• He had known that he wanted to be with you since 3rd year. It has always been that way, and it always will. When he saw you for the first time sitting at the great hall, talking and laughing, he knew he was in love.

• He had a very low self esteem, causing him to bottle up his problems about himself and fall into an episode due to these thoughts he has about himself. He’ll doubt himself every waking moment- finding something wrong with him if you even seem slightly out of place.

• He’s always hates his natural, curly hair. Always wetting it in the morning and throughout the day, but one time when he was sick and wasn’t able to constantly wet his hair, you saw it for the first time and thought it was the cutest thing. Ever since that one day, he has fallen in love with his natural hair.

• He surprisingly likes it when you lightly trace his scars with your nails or fingers. He likes the feeling of your nails gently scratching at his bare back, feeling your fingers go over and touch his scars.

• Mattheo has already made up his mind, once he graduates, he is running away with you to start a new life, a new chapter. He wants to start a family with you, give you his last name, call you His, and you call him Yours.

• He’ll never say it out loud but, when he sometimes wakes up before you do, he likes to look at you and just realize how lucky he is. He is thankful that he has you- and he’ll remind you that every single day.

• His hugs are some of the greatest things out there. He likes to give full body, strong, long and warm hugs. There isn’t a small, quick hug when it comes to you. He’ll hold you and hold you, he never pulls away first. Not even after an argument.

A knock is what woke him up from his light slumber. Without you by his side during the night, he couldn’t sleep well, he would wake up every few minutes. All he could do was toss and turn before falling asleep again, but once he saw you standing at his dorm door with your eyes slightly pink from all the crying that you did, your lashes wet from your tears, and your cheeks and nose tinted pink, he knew everything was gonna be alright. You had ran into his arms, clinging onto him- clutching your hands to his shirt, holding onto it as if he would disappear if you didn’t. He just held onto you, wrapping one arm around the back of your neck, bringing your body closer, and using his other hand to rake his fingers though your hair. You knew you were gonna be just fine.

• Smells like oak wood and vanilla- if you really smell him closely, you can smell the cigarette brand that he smokes on his hoodie.