the artist and the singer
pairing: seth clearwater x gn!reader
summary: in which an artist and a singer fall in love, where notebooks are revealed and kisses are shared.
word count: 691 words
author’s note: my first fic! super super nervous and idk if i like this one anymore but im still sharing it! I HATE DOING SUMMARIES anyways i tried to make it as neutral as possible, so everyone can read it! so so sorry if there are any mistakes. ib and dt to @the-wolf-moon-diaries ! their work is so amazing so go and read it! again this is my first ever time posting my work on here so please be gentle with me <33
it wasn’t a secret that seth was an artist. it wasn’t a surprise, seeing that he was always doodling in class and had numerous paintings and scratch piece of papers that filled every blank space on the walls of his home. sometimes, he would give you a glimpse into his world and show you his current pieces and doodles, and sometimes, he didn’t. not when it came to the red leather sketchbook that he carried with him practically everywhere. he never let you sneak a glance, moving the notebook with a teasing smile before you can lean over. you always wonder what was in that red leather sketchbook of his.
and then you saw it.
inside that red leather sketchbook, the pages were filled with sketches and drawings of you. sketches of your hands, your eyes, your lips fill the empty spaces of his notebook as he daydreams during class. on all of his school handouts and homework, there is at least one drawing of a facial feature that none of the teachers could decipher until they saw him with you. it all made sense when he was next to you, and his eyes were filled with such a soft look that the teachers can only describe as one thing: love.
throughout his sketchbook, there are sketches of you smiling, laughing, napping during class… once you open this journal, you are astonished. he captures you beautifully in a light that you couldn't possibly see yourself in. of course, seth is flushed with embarrassment when you find it, snatching it out of your hands and slamming it shut. but, his embarrassment slowly fading away as you wrap your arms around his neck, smiling uncontrollably, and kiss him with the lips that he’s drawn and dreamt about a million times. “they’re beautiful. can i see more?”
while much a surprise to him, after you found his sketchbook, you reach over to your backpack and pull out a blue hardcover journal filled with songs. songs that were about you. about your life. but, a majority of the songs were about him. about you guys. of course, seth always knew you were a singer-songwriter, but he never could've fathomed that some of the songs you were writing were about him. that any of your songs were about him. and as he read through the songs, whether they were short stanzas or lengthy pieces, he read every single lyric and engraved them into his heart. he felt his heart pour out of his body and into the hands of the angel of a person sitting next to him nervously.
from that moment on, he knew that his heart wasn’t his. he was fully aware that his heart didn’t belong to him anymore. instead, it fell right out of his chest into the hands of the person, if not an angel, sitting right next to him with a nervous furrow of their eyebrows as they watched him carefully. his heart belonged to y/n y/l/n, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.
after much silence and anticipation, your mind was swarming with uneasy and nerve-wracking thoughts. was it too much? does he think it’s weird? am i going to lose the only boy that will ever love me? you were brought back to reality once you saw seth turn and face you. when you looked up, you were instantly struck and overwhelmed by the loving and soft gaze he had in his eyes and that oh-so-handsome grin that adorned his face. you were taken aback when he all but pounced onto you, pressing firm but soft kisses all over your face. you were more surprised by the question that followed. “will you play one for me?”
it was the first time that you ever played a song for him, but after that, it was not the last. you go to him every time you write a new song, whether or not it’s about him, and every time you do, he always looks at you with those starstruck eyes that make you float. he will forever and always be your number-one fan, just like how you are his.
