Seth Clearwater imagine requested by casismyguardianangel! “Could I get Seth/Imprint!Reader please? They’re hanging out & Seth just starts tickling her & after a while he kisses her, & just when they start getting into it the pack comes in & starts teasing him that he can’t leave her alone? Love the blog!” Hope you like it!
It was difficult to be beside Seth and feel the full weight of the clouds looming overhead; he was the human incarnation of sunlight, of fire. His warmth radiated through his palms and over your skin like smooth stones warmed by the afternoon’s heat, his smile tore through the overcast skies above, banishing the oncoming rain… if only for a little while. His skin was drenched in golden light as the sun set over the silvery waters, bursting forth through the clouds as it descended over the sea. The storming breeze blew the easy scent of salt over your cheeks in course waves, stirring strands of hair about your face, tendrils brushing against Seth’s exposed shoulder, his eyes catching yours at the contact. He was practically glowing beneath the sun’s shimmering light, his eyes sparkling with mischievous humour as he caught a straying strand of hair between his index finger and thumb. He reached behind your ear, tucking the hair back into place, his lips pressing gently to your cheek. What little gooseflesh you had accumulated from the passing breeze was banished by Seth’s delectable heat, his kiss spreading through to your fingertips and toes. To him, it could have been the silliest, flimsiest, farthest from concrete gesture in the world, but to you… to you, it was everything. You sighed, resting your head against his shoulder, his arm winding around your waist in response. Easy.
It was simple being with Seth, especially after he’d decided to clue you in on why he suddenly spent his limited free-time walking beside you like a hulking shadow. Before, he was merely a force of childish joy, ever-present in your life, always eager and more than willing to brighten your day. You had your arguments and your reconciliations, your disagreements and fervent like-mindedness, but he was never… he was never this intense. After he phased, once his hair had been shorn and his temperature rose… well, once he came bouncing back to brighten your day, his world and yours became perfectly aligned. It was as if he was made to be your protector. His presence was limited now, what with his duties to the pack interfering with how frequently he could superglue himself to your hip, but what little time he spent bipedal, he spent with you. He was a presence glowing like embers, the flames of his companionship lapping around you gloriously. Just today, he’d slipped away from his rounds long enough to knock on your door and drag you down to First Beach, all but throwing you over his shoulder (it’s not like the weight of another human was much of a strain for him anymore, he made that very clear) as you struggled to keep up with his excited pace. He oftentimes forgot you were only human. He lead you to the bluffs overlooking the pebbles leading up to the shoreline, patting a relatively reed-free plot of sandy earth, beckoning you to join him. Your feet dangled over the ledge, your heels occasionally touching back against the wall of sand that held you over the shore.
With his arm around you, you’d never felt more secure. The bluffs could have given way and dumped you both onto the stones below, but somehow you knew Seth would keep you grounded. If you were to fall, you wouldn’t suffer a single scratch. That was in the contract, you supposed, when it came to imprinting. Eternal best friend, cheerful companion, shoulder to lean on when the world threatened to swallow you… Seth wouldn’t let anything hurt you, no questions or doubts in your mind. Even now, he sheltered you from the wind, his body (now heavily muscled) shielding yours from the worst of the off-sea breeze as it whipped around his side of the sandy hill. Your cheek burned still with the borrowed heat of Seth’s quick kiss, your skin blazing crimson from the contact. He’d never been one to shy away from the more intimate side of friendship, be it a lingering embrace, holding hands as you climbed over the forest’s carnage left after a storm, or even stealing a kiss on the cheek when he thought you were in a good enough mood not to chase him down for making the attempt. Lately, though, his every action seemed heavier, as if there was a weight to his movements that he fought to conceal from you. Protector or not, he maintained his mannerisms, but his change in structure had come paired with a noticeable difference. It wasn’t just in the way he moved, his eagerness to see you… it was in his hand as it clasped your waist, his head as it tilted towards yours on his shoulder, and it was in his kiss. It wasn’t the mischievous sort of peck he used to snag when the two of you were on the edge of an argument. It was far more.
“Y/n? You still alive in there?” Seth chuckled, waving his unoccupied hand before your face, his movement blocking out the sun in bursts of darkness and blinding light. When you lifted your face, disoriented, his laughter amplified. “You went glassy behind the eyes for a second. Thought I lost you,” he jested, his smile widening when you heaved your weight through his body, knocking him off-balance for a mere second. You knew he was humouring you, but it was satisfying nonetheless. “There she is,” he mumbled, his voice low on the wind and punctuated with softened laughter. “Just checking.” You rolled your eyes, leaning into his side much gentler this time around, allowing him to support your weight, his arm snaking back around your waist. You snuggled closer to him, inhaling the sweet scent of saltwater and cedar as it lifted from his skin, your eyes closing with contentment.
“I’m allowed to zone out for a while, Seth. Doesn’t mean I’m never coming back, just that my attention is somewhere else.” Seth huffed a sigh, his breath short and tainted by humour. You smiled at his dramatized reaction to your comment, the joking injury in his movement pulling your lips up at the corners. You buried your smile in the smooth expanse of his shoulder, your lips brushing against the warmth of his skin. He exhaled once more, shifting his weight until he could manage to clasp both of his hands around your waist, pulling you into his side.
“Never thought I’d have to fight with a beach for your attention,” he whispered, his voice springy with playfulness. You prepared your retort, but before you could speak, Seth was turning into you, abandoning the beauty of the sunset to focus on your face, his hands now clasped around your back. It was not uncomfortable, being close to him, but there was a warmth radiating from his eyes that had your nerves buzzing with anticipation. He sucked the air through his teeth, nodding his head in what appeared to be acceptance, his eyes closing as if wounded by his situation before they snapped open, locking on yours. “I’ll take the challenge.” He gave you but a second’s notice before he pounced, his hands spreading to either side of your body, finding purchase on your waist and over your ribs, activating your pressure points and fluttering over the skin his movement exposed. Your initial shriek of surprise soon melted into laughter as Seth’s hands tickled over your body, his devilish grin consuming your view, his eyes sparkling as your giggles filtered through the air. You collapsed in on yourself, your spine pressing into the stiffness of the reeds as you fought to defend your abdomen from Seth’s ruthless attacks. Your knees pressed upward to divide your bodies, but Seth quickly shifted his hips and blocked your last line of defense, his torso curling over yours as his hands moved like feathers over your exposed skin. You twisted and contorted to get away from him, your eyes watering from the force of your laughter, his own soon joining with yours, forming a joyful melody in the space above your heads.
His hands slowed then, smoothing over your waist before falling to the sun-baked grasses around you, your body heaving beneath him form the exertion of your defense. You caught your breath slowly, inhaling in quick bursts as you recovered. A single tear broke from the outermost corner of your eye to fall towards your temple. Seth’s expression shifted, his brow furrowing slightly as the sandy pad of his thumb lifted to your face, swiping the tear from its track, his palm molding to your cheek within the same heartbeat. Your cheeks glowed beneath him, both from your previous activity as well as from the heat building in your tightening chest. You watched Seth’s eyes darken as you’d never seen them before, a resolution setting like concrete somewhere far behind his irises. His tongue darted over his lips, his eyes shifting to stare down at your own, and he bent his face to yours. His lips pressed softly to your mouth, your world fuzzing at the edges before you had the sense to close your eyes. He enveloped you in warmth, his torso bending to meet yours as the combination of his lips and hands pulled your body from the earth. His hands secured you to his chest, your arms winding around his neck, your fingers trailing over the newly shorn hair at the back of his head. He broke from you then, his eyes glowing warmly, his lips parting over a victorious smile. You laughed aloud, your heart beating through the bones holding it in your chest, your hand smoothing over the wide plane of his cheekbone.
“Where did that come from?” you inquired, your voice breathy. Seth barely moved, save for the expansion of his already full-to-bursting joyful smile.
“Comes with the package,” he whispered, his lips already set to reunite with yours. Your hands cupped his cheeks, angling his face to mold to your own, his teeth nipping along your bottom lip as you clung to each other, heat flooding your brain as the sunlight flashed on the backdrop of your eyelids. You twisted in his arms, your lips parting from his to press to the curve of his jaw, his hands clenching as they roamed your back, his lips chasing yours until you were together once more. Even as absorbed as you were within Seth’s embrace, you couldn’t ignore the sound of yelling behind you. You pulled from his hold on you, turning around to address the shouting only to find the majority of the pack bursting from the edge of the forest, their mouths upturned at the sight of their brother locked at the lips with his imprint.
“Jesus, Seth, let the poor girl breathe,” Jared chuckled, his eyes rolling as Seth ran his hands through his hair, his eyes screaming apologies to yours.
“Relax, he’ll learn soon enough. You’ve gotta come up for air every now and then. Just like swimming,” Paul added, jogging closer to clap Seth on the back, winking in your direction. “Proud of you, little man.” Seth huffed at his pack-mate’s jokes, his eyes expectant on Jacob as he approached. He merely gave him a pat on the shoulder, noticeably gentler, averting his eyes as he continued on his way. They were gone as quickly as they had come, but they’d done their damage to the scene. Seth met your eyes with a sheepish embarrassment that lifted the laughter from your chest, your hand running through the short strands of his hair. He joined you, allowing you to climb into his lap and rest against his chest, your eyes on the last rays of sun as they dove beneath the surface of the ocean, his arms spreading warmth along your back. You rested, surrounded by fire and salt and cedar, until the world was no longer light.
I want to have a conversation with my fellow fat folk on here about sex and intimacy AS a fat person, and how important it is to be with someone who is not just “okay with” or “doesn’t mind” your fat. How important it is that when you are in love with yourself for who you are and are working on your self love, that you have intimate partners who aren’t only touching up on you when you’re alone. Who wanna rub up on your belly and your rolls and your dimples and shit, not just recite Drake ‘BBW’ lyrics and recycled Katt Williams’ jokes about stretch marks. It’s important to me that I am with someone who likes and loves everything about me, including every inch of my presently fat body. Someone who can and wants to be around me in my cute ass tank top and panties with my belly out and my legs kicked up on the couch cute as shit. Someone who sees those bad days, those dark days when I don’t love myself as much and I’m feeling down about myself, and is able to pull me up and remind me how amazing I am. Someone who isn’t fetishizing my fat but sees that I love myself and I’m still working on loving myself and my fat body, and is an active part of that love.
Let me make myself very clear, this isn’t about me needing someone to find me sexy in spite of my fat…this is about my desire to share my life and my intimacy with someone who isn’t looking past my fat in order to find me sexy or desirable. It’s a package deal, me AND my fat. Not just that you see the potential for me to be smaller someday and you’re sticking around for that. Cuz even if I do lose weight (for me) I’ll still be fat, and I don’t don’t want anyone around me who can’t love me without wanting to fix what ain’t broken.
I know I keep saying this but B.A.P’s music is the real deal. B.A.P doesn’t just make music for the ears, they make it for the heart. The music goes straight through the body and hits that vulnerable spot. It literally wakes one up. They are using the little power they have in this world for some damn good. They are spreading meaningful and revolutionary messages. Listening to their songs are like looking at Picasso painting one of his most famous paintings.
let me know if you liked this it’s tragically long i went overboard haha
first and foremost, peter would be the most loving/attentive/caring and overall best boyfriend to ever exist, ever
he’s also a needy baby who likes attention
“You haven’t kissed me in, like, five whole minutes”
majority of the time you make peter very flustered so you’re usually the one to initiate the kisses because he’s a blushing mess
he thinks you’re the most gorgeous person to ever walk the earth
he cannot believe you’re as in love with him as he is with you
“How’d I get so lucky”
“Peter stop it it’s not like I’m a magical princess I’m normal stoppp”
“But are you sure about that”
he will adamantly deny that he likes staring at you but that’s all he does when you’re with him
he prefers to call it gazing because it sounds less creepy and the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s a creep
he likes to tease you about the fact that you had a crush on him for most of your freshman year and it annoys you endlessly
“That’s so cute Y/N how adorable”
“I will literally break up with you right now”
“What no no I’m sorry I love you don’t do that”
the first time he told you that he loved you he stuttered for a solid ten minutes, almost cried because c’mon Peter just tell her you love her you idiot she’s gonna hate you if you keep stumbling over your words like a madman oh my god you haven’t said anything in five minutes no one has ever been silent this long
finally he closed his eyes and choked out the words and when he opened his eyes he swore that he had never seen anything as beautiful as the way you were smiling at him in that very moment
after that he has no problem saying it to you whenever he can no matter where you are or what you’re doing
“Mr. Parker can you please share what you were just whispering to Ms. Y/L/N with the rest of the class?”
“Oh yeah I was just telling her that I love her because I do and I need to make sure that she doesn’t forget” *cue adorable smile*
“Oh my god Peter please be quiet I love you too you weirdo”
he kind of lives for embarrassing for you, he thinks it’s the funniest thing
you love Ned too and it kind of makes Peter jealous sometimes which is just hilarious to witness
“You’re spending an awful lot of time with Ned”
“…………..I spend every waking moment with you and Ned hangs out with us dummy”
you’re the only person he tells about being Spider-Man because you’re you and he can’t keep something like that from the love of his life that’s just not how it works
when he sends Happy voicemails every day he makes sure to update him on how you’re doing and whatever thing you do that day that Peter found adorable
when Happy finally texts Peter back he doesn’t ask Peter how he’s doing he asks about you
Peter introduces you to Tony with a proud smile on his face as he practically shoves you at him
“Mr. Stark Mr. Stark Mr. Stark this is my girlfriend the one Happy told you about I wanted her to meet you isn’t she cool Mr. Stark”
“As long as she’s not as hyper as you are I think I’ll like her very much”
“Oh great ‘cause she’s very calm right Y/N?”
“Peter babe please stop yelling in my ear”
“I like her already!”
he’s very big on calling you my love because it makes you get all shy and you turn away from him since you’re getting embarrassed
he proudly talks about you to anyone within earshot and everyone comes to love you because adorable, precious Peter Parker does too
Aunt May might love you more than Peter does
sometimes Peter will come home to find you already sitting at the table with her sipping coffee out of his favorite mug and talking about your days and he just lights up with happiness
you yell at him every time he loses yet another backpack
“when will you learn your lesson about webbing your bag to the wall in dark alleys where thieves and probably murders hang out”
“that’d be a never”
you kind of hate that he’s Spider-Man since the job is extremely dangerous and he literally almost died fighting Vulture
“are you sure you’re okay? i don’t want you dying on me”
“i would never leave you my love i promise”
you yell at him whenever he comes back to his house with new bruises and injuries but he knows you’re just yelling because you care and so he takes the yelling and the angry crying from you and hugs you really tight and strokes your hair and tells you that he’s fine and it’s just a scratch and gives you the whole you should see the other guy spiel
he draws engagement rings on your ring finger and swears he’ll make sure it’s a real one day and not just a shitty circle drawing because yeah he’s fifteen and so are you but who cares you’re the one for him and living without you is a life he doesn’t want to even imagine
it’s just not an option and never will be
he gets anxiety whenever you have to ride the train out of Queens and back into Manhattan alone since that’s where you live
“but what if something happens and i’m not there and you get hurt i wouldn’t be able to live with myself”
he goes through metro cards like water in the summer when he doesn’t have his student one because he refuses to let you take the train alone
he never lets go of your hand when you’re together… so basically he’s never once stopped holding hands with you unless absolutely necessary
you telling him to ask Tony to let you become an avenger
you want to be Black Widow 2.0
or maybe Scarlet Witch but you don’t have powers like Wanda does so Black Widow 2.0
Tony actually says he’ll think about it because whenever he goes to see Peter or Peter comes to see him you tag along ( “we’re kind of a package deal Mr. Stark” ) and you’ve grown on him considerably
after Peter meets the Avengers for the first time you plead with him to let you meet them too and when he finally relents you almost faint in front of Cap and have a heart attack in front of Natasha
“Sorry she’s a little excited she’s not usually like this”
“I think I need a glass of water or an oxygen tank”
“Mr. Stark do you have an oxygen tank”
“She didn’t faint in front of me I’m offended Y/N”
Cap offhandedly says you and Peter are cute kids and you almost die
Peter is definitely not jealous aT ALL
you reassure him that you love him more than Cap and always will
you would never want Peter to think for a second that anyone else could ever take you away from him you love him too much to think about that
he’s just ridiculously head over heels beautifully in love with you and he wears that love on his sleeve for the entire universe to see and doesn’t care if he’s called “whipped” because hell yeah he is
he managed to become the boyfriend of the most divine person he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting
who wouldn’t be a lovestruck mess over you is the better question
I like to think that Saitama and Genos have the sort of relationship where they’re a package deal. Like if you invite one of them to something then there’s like a 99% chance the other one goes too. Maybe the Hero Association gets upset because Genos keeps bringing a B-Class hero to S-Class events and Genos is pretty much like “fuck off”. Or maybe their friends don’t bother giving them both invitations to things because they know that invitation automatically includes the other. And on the rare occasion where only one of them shows up to something people just freak out and ask a billion questions like “What happened?” “Did you two get into a fight?” “Is everything alright?”. And their responses are always so domestic or mundane like “Genos is parking the car” or “Saitama has a stomach ache” or “Genos is over there. Jesus, calm down. We’re fine.”
Shout out to my main man Killian Jones. He came into this whole thing knowing Emma and Henry were a package deal and he has, over and over again, always treated Henry with the utmost love and respect and god… asking him to be his best man is just… it speaks volumes to the love Killian has for these two.