#i’m alpha! [ic]

[shima-draws]

Someone recently did a tier list of all the DLC shinies so I wanted to participate and do my own!! Apologies in advance if I offend any of you with my shiny opinions lmao

I’ve actually already gotten a few of these shinies (Leavanny by pure chance, Litwick/Lampent/Chandelure and Phantump by hunting) so my list is already a little smaller lol. Looking forward to getting a bunch of these neat shinies tho!!

[kavehayati]

Ships so bad it’s getting me to tolerate h*ik*veh 😖

[tropicalindigo]

🚬 from rudbornn (LOL)

send 🚬 to share a cigarette with my muse!

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Findorr saunters through the sands, a departure from his usual mode of marching along this old patrol route. There was no scheduled meeting, but he knew whom to expect after traversing this path for so long.

“Good to see you.” He waved at the horned figure, his fingers wrapped around an unlabeled carton. “I’ve brought some of these again; they aren’t duds this time. Really, I made sure.” A slight smile played on his lips, though the rest of his expression remained indeterminate past his mask.

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@doomxdriven

[softspiderling]

like, ever | j.v

summary:

“Hey, I’m worried about you.”

You glanced up from your laptop screen to see Rhaena standing in your doorway, her arms crossed.

“Why?”

She gave you a look, before her eyes roamed your room: your textbooks stacked half-hazardly on your desk, two empty ice cream tubs, another half melted one on your nightstand, an empty tissue box on the floor and you on your bed, wrapped in your blanket like a burrito.

OR; You and Jace break up because of a stupid reason, but you’re both too proud to apologize.

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: kinda toxic behavior from both of them, but like the usual issues in communication that’s so common in people our age idk what to tell you

word count: 4,1k

author’s note: modern au!jace is the president of the frat Alpha Draconis (it's co-ed, Rhaenyra was president during her time at uni), Jace/Aegon/Baela and their respective siblings are all cousins, but this is NOT in the same universe as can I go (where you go). thank you to my wonder sister wife beta @eldrith as usual <3

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“We broke up.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes, we did.”

Baela gave you a look, narrowing her eyes at you as she pushed her Econ 1 assignment away. You dropped down on the couch next to her, leaning your head back.

“Why?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you huffed and Baela whacked you in the arm.

“You just came home and dropped a bomb like that, you can’t just not talk about it.”

“Not talk about what?”

You internally groaned when Helaena’s voice floated from the hallway, the front door shutting behind her. An intervention was inevitable at this point. At least Rhaena wasn’t home yet, you knew she was volunteering until six.

“She and Jace broke up,” Baela told her and Helaena paused in the doorway to the living room, a frown on her face as she undid her braid.

“You didn’t.”

“That’s what I said!”

“You know, normal friends would offer ice cream if their friend was going through a break up.”

“I’d offer you ice cream if you were sad,” Helaena pointed out. She sat down next to you, patting your shoulder. “You don’t look sad.”

“Well, I am sad,” you sniffed, but Baela fixed her brown eyes at you until you threw your hands up in frustration. “Fine! I’m mostly mad, okay? Pissed off, actually!”

Baela folded her legs under herself. “Tell us what happened.”

“I don’t know, she just rubs me the wrong way. It’s like she knows you have a girlfriend and she chooses to ignore that.”

You and Jace were laying in his bed, your head on his chest. He had been telling you about the new pledges of the term, and you weren’t exactly fond of one of them - Laura, a nursing major. You were aware of her being especially touchy with Jace, twirling her hair while she was talking to him and always searching him out at every event. Which was fair, he was the president of the frat after all and at first you had told yourself that you were just projecting but the you noticed that she was laughing at all of Jace’s jokes. She was definitely into him. He was not that funny.

“I don’t know, it’s just the way she is, I think,” he said, and you frowned at him.

“Jace, come on, she’s totally into you.”

“Well, good thing I’m into you,” Jace pointed out, turning his head to nose along your neck but you pushed him away, starting to get annoyed that he wasn’t taking this seriously.

“I mean it, Jace.”

“So do I,” he answered, irritated. “Why does this bother you so much?”

“Because I don’t like another girl’s hands being all over you?”

You sat up, leaning away from him with a frown and he only sighed, laying his head back on the pillow, shutting his eyes. He was starting to piss you off.

“She’s not into me! Everyone tries to butter me up because they want to join the frat. And even if she was, why does it matter?”

“It matters because it bothers me and you clearly don’t care!”

“Of course I care,” Jace sighed. He opened his eyes, reaching out for you, and you had to admit your resolve was starting to crumble. “You’re overreacting.”

And just like that, the wall was back up.

“Wow, thanks.”

Your voice was biting as you spoke, tugging your hand out of his grasp and standing up, grabbing your hoodie. Jace was quick to follow you, brows furrowed. Great, now both of you were mad.

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing!” Jace snapped and you only glared at him.

“Thanks for invalidating my feelings, Jacaerys,” you said sarcastically. “If I’m making a deal out of nothing, maybe we’re both nothing.”

Jace’s face fell and he stopped in his tracks, letting out a huff. “You don’t mean that.”

Maybe you didn’t. But you weren’t about to backtrack now. You were a woman of your words.

“Yes, I do.”

You pulled the door open and rushed out of his room, slamming the door shut behind you. Distantly, you could hear Jace call after you and you secretly hoped he would chase after you, but by the time you made it downstairs to the front door, he was still nowhere to be seen.

“That’s…”

Baela and Helaena exchanged a look and you frowned at them. While you hadn’t expected for them to immediately spring into assuring you that they were on your side - you were dating their cousin after all - you also didn’t quite imagined them being so… Shocked.

“What?” you asked, suddenly growing insecure. “I had a point.”

“Well, yeah,” Baela started, “But so did he.”

“Why did you immediately jump into breaking up?” Helaena asked with a soft voice, the voice you knew she used when she didn’t want to hurt your feelings. You lifted your shoulders, then dropped them again, unable to answer her question.

“Did you want to break up?”

“No!”

You tucked your chin against your chest, a pit forming in your stomach. Did you maybe overreact?

“I was just mad,” you said, frowning, picking at the hem of your shirt.

“.. And you wanted to hurt him?” Baela said, finishing your sentence. Your head shot up, a denial on your lips, but your mouth closed when her words sunk in.

“… Maybe.”

“You two really are hotheaded and stubborn,” Helaena pointed out, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You only glowered, the anger from earlier dissipating and instead was replaced by misery and a little bit of guilt? Luckily, Helaena and Baela left you to your wallowing after they realized you needed some space and you fled to your bedroom, trying to bury yourself in your assignments.

There was only one slight problem. You couldn’t find school bag anywhere.

“Where did I leave it?” you muttered to yourself, checking under your desk for your bag, even opening the drawer for good measure. You were crawling on the floor looking under your bed when it finally dawned on you.

“Fuck.”

You had gone over to the frat’s house right after class, with your school bag. And after the fight, you must have forgotten to grab it.

“Ugh,” you groaned, dropping your forehead on the floor You’d rather crawl under your bed and sleep with the dust bunnies that have been collecting under there than go back to the frat house right now. But you had no choice. The assignment was was due the day after tomorrow and Professor Cole already was in a bad mood because his date went badly.

“Fuck me,” you muttered to yourself, turning to lay on your bad and cursed the Gods for making you miserable as you stared at the ceiling, collecting your wits.

“Oh.”

Luke Velaryon, Jace’s younger AND biological brother, stood in the doorway, apprehensive. He had always been the more sensitive one between the two brothers, but he was also unwaveringly loyal. You had no doubt that Jace had already told him everything about your fight.

“Hey Luke,” you said, giving him a wry smile.

“Hey,” he replied hesitantly. “Jace is not here.”

“I know.”

Luke pressed his lips together, his eyes darting around as if he was expecting his older brother to come out of the bushes any second. “Are you okay?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. What a sweet boy.

“Yeah, alright enough I guess,” you replied, sighing. “Listen, I forgot my bag in Jace’s room and I really need it to do an assignment, could you let me in?”

“I don’t know….” Luke answered slowly. “Jace should be back soon though. Maybe you can just wait until he gets back? And then you guys could talk?”

Bless him.

You bit on your lip, running your hand through your hair, exasperated. “Listen Luke, I really appreciate you trying to look out for Jace, but I really can’t see him right now.”

Luke exhaled, shifting on his feet like he was undecided. The longer it took for him to decide, the higher chances were you’d run into Jace on your way out.

“Please, Luke, I just need to grab my bag really quickly. He won’t even notice I was there.”

With a loud sigh, Luke finally nodded, opening the door wider and taking a step back.

“He’s gonna be back soon, you need to hurry up.”

“Thanks Luke!”

You hushed past him into the house, walking the familiar way up the stairs to Jace’s bedroom, shutting the door behind you. With a small sigh, you looked around, trying to discern your stuff from his. It was harder than you had first anticipated, your belongings strewn all over the room. Picking your favorite scrunchie off of his nightstand next to a picture of the two of you during New Year’s Eve, you put your hair up as you narrowed your eyes, feeling relief settle in your chest when you saw your backpack lean against the desk.

“Thank God”, you muttered, grabbing it quickly. Just as you headed to the door, hand on the door knob, you could hear voices down the hallway through the closed door. You cursed, recognizing it as Jace and Cregan.

Fuck.

Immediately, you let go of the door knob, taking a few steps back, trying to come up with a way you wouldn’t be caught standing in the middle of Jace’s bedroom. Did you have enough time to make the climb out of the window and scale down the roof?

“- it’ll blow over. I’ll give her some time to calm down and-”

Before you could make a decision, the door swung open, and Jace entered. He was looking back at Cregan, who raised his brows when he saw you in the middle of the room.

“Wha-?” Jace turned his head, his mouth dropping open. “… Hey.”

“Hey.”

Cregan glanced between the two of you, narrowing his eyes. Meanwhile, Jace was rubbing the back of his neck.

“Did you forget something?”

“Yeah,” you answered - LAME! - lifting your backpack.

Jace nodded slowly. “Was there anything you wanted to say?”

You frowned at him, confused.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” Jace said, shrugging with his shoulders. “I thought you were here to apologize.”

Cregan groaned, leaning his forehead against the door frame as you felt all the anger from before welling up again.

“Me apologize?” You repeated, your voice shrill. “What about you? I bet Laura’s thrilled to hear we broke up.”

“You just ended things for no reason! Laura’s not even into me!” Jace snapped and Cregan pushed himself off of the door frame.

“Maybe we all should just calm down.”

“Shut up, Cregan!” You and Jace yelled at the same time, your anger very briefly directed at Jace’s best friend.

Cregan flinched, raising his hands defensively. “Jesus, sorry. I’ll never try to help again,” he muttered. “Let me give you two a minute.”

He stepped out of the room but you held your hands up, stopping him with a scoff.

“No, I’m done here,” you huffed, shaking your head in disbelief. With one last angry look at Jace, you pushed between them, running out of the house, smoke coming out of your ears.

You spent the rest of the week distracting yourself. Burying yourself in assignments and reading, eating ice cream - there was a deal at Whole Foods, five for three, your freezer was full - and you only cried once.

“Hey, I’m worried about you.”

You glanced up from your laptop screen to see Rhaena standing in your doorway, her arms crossed.

“Why?”

She gave you a look, before her eyes roamed your room: your textbooks stacked half-hazardly on your desk, two empty ice cream tubs, another half melted one on your nightstand, an empty tissue box on the floor and you on your bed, wrapped in your blanket like a burrito. You sighed, letting the blankets fall from your shoulders.

“I’m fine, Rhae.”

“Hey, did you convince her to come?” Baela skidded to a halt next to Rhaena, looking from her sister to you. Rhaena only sighed while you narrowed your eyes at Baela’s get up. She was wearing black leather pants and a brown corset; she looked like she was going out.

“Come where?”

“Alpha Draconis’ summer term opening party.”

Right that. The party you had helped Jace plan. Before you broke up.

“I don’t know guys,” you sighed, leaning back against your headboard. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go.”

“You don’t have to go,” Rhaena assured you but Baela shushed her, shaking her head.

“No, you absolutely have to go,” she insisted. “We’ve let you wallow in your misery long enough. It’s time to put your big girl pants on and face Jace. You broke up with him for a shitty reason and yes, he was being a jerk, but you were being a bitch. Now suck it up and get your man back.”

You gaped at her, and Rhaena whacked Baela in the arm, but she only shrugged, ever the unapologetic brutally honest one.

“What? You know I’m right,” Baela only said, frowning at her twin before she turned to you. “So?”

With a groan, you closed your eyes. You knew Baela was right, in a way, and it was no use sitting around when your friends were going out. You had to see him eventually.

“Fine,” you gave in, pushing the blanket back as Baela cheered, immediately disappearing. Rhaena only shook her head, stepping into your bedroom, helping you clean up a little.

“I’m driving,” she told you. “Just tell me if you want to leave, okay?”

You nodded, giving Rhaena a grin when something soft just hit you in the face with no warning, courtesy of Baela having returned to your bedroom.

“Put that on.”

The projectile fell to floor, and as you picked it up, you recognized it as a dark red dress, tags still on.

“Hel’s headed to the party from work, so we’ll meet her there in an hour, go take a shower and I’ll do your hair,” Baela said, reaching for your hand to pull you up. “Come on, up up up!”

Begrudgingly, you let Baela usher you into the shower, shutting the door behind you very decidedly. You stared at yourself in the mirror, eyes rimmed red and hair a mess and you allowed yourself a minute of respite before you turned the shower on. If you had to go to that stupid party, you’d make sure to look the absolute best.

“Am I crazy or is it even more crowded than last term?”

You winced as you followed Baela and Rhaena through an especially crowded spot in the house, glancing around.

“No, it’s definitely more people,” Baela agreed, squeezing your hand to make sure not to lose you in the mass. “Has Helaena said where she is?”

“She said she was in backyards,” Rhaena replied and Baela steered you in the direction of the backyard. Meanwhile you tried not to let your eyes roam too much; you didn’t want to seem like you were looking for Jace, even though that was exactly what you were doing. Just as you reached the patio doors, Helaena appeared, stopping you in the doorway.

“Hey guys,” she said, breathless, her eyes flitting over to you as you greeted her. “Should we go get drinks?”

“I’m not dragging my ass back through that crowd,” you moaned, shaking your head. “Let’s just sit down by the pool for a second before we go back in.”

You nudged Helaena out of the way gently, but the blonde grabbed your arm, trying to pull you back.

“But I’m really thirsty.”

“Hel, come on,” you laughed. “You’ll survive ten more minutes without-”

The rest of your words died on your tongue when you caught sight of Jace sitting by the pool, surrounded by his frat brothers and of course, Laura. Now you knew why Helaena was so adamant to get you away from the backyard. It was too loud to hear what Jace was saying, but he must be telling an extremely funny story with the way Laura was laughing, touching his shoulder. They weren’t doing anything scandalous, but it still hurt you to see him still talking to her after you voiced your concerns. You tried not to let it get to you. It wasn’t your business anymore anyways, but you were still a little sick to the stomach.

With a scoff, you turned away, embarrassment burning your cheeks as your friends looked at you with pitiful eyes.

“Sorry,” Rhaena said and you only shrugged with your shoulders.

“Whatever,” you muttered, clearing your throat. “I told you, she was into him. Now he’s free to do as he pleases.”

Baela winced. “We can leave, if you want.”

“No, I’m not leaving because of that clown.”

The girls let out a laugh and Helaena wrapped her arm around you. You gave her a wry smile, leaning into her.

“Let’s go get you that drink.”

As Helaena dragged you away, you couldn’t help but glance back to Jace and for a split second, your eyes met. You quickly turned away, feeling a lump form in your throat. You couldn’t wait to get drinks. After getting to the kitchen, the four of you did two rounds of shots, knowing where the boys kept their expensive booze; Rhaena then mixed you some drinks before you settled on the couch in the living room. Taking a careful sip of your cup, you immediately pulled a face, looking at Rhaena.

“What the hell is in this?”

“I think Grey Goose and Coke.”

“You think?” you asked, wincing when you took another sip. “This is awful Rhae.”

“What is awful?”

Aegon, Helaena’s brother, one cousin of many in the Targaryen family, suddenly plopped down on the couch next to you.

“Oh great, Aegon is here,” Baela deadpanned and Aegon only mocked Baela as he reached for your drink.

“Sure, just go ahead and take my drink.”

Aegon took a big gulp of your drink, humming. “It’s not bad,” he said, offering the cup back to you but you politely declined. You didn’t know where Aegon’s mouth had been in the last 24 hours, there was no way you’d drink out of the same cup he had.

“So, what’s this I hear about you and our cousin breaking up?” Aegon asked, throwing his arm around the back of the couch and you scooted forward, trying to escape his touch.

“You heard right,” you said, throwing him a dirty look and Rhaena rolled her eyes.

“You’re a dick, Aeg.”

“What?” Aegon exclaimed. “’t was just a question, no harm done, right?”

You let out a deep sigh, pushing away from the couch.

“I need some air,” you told the girls and Rhaena furrowed her brows, worried.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“We can make Aegon leave,” Baela offered and Aegon made a noise, frowning at his cousin but you shook your head,

“Nah, I’m good. Just, text me if you guys go somewhere, okay?”

“Are you sure, babe?” Helaena asked and you nodded, patting her shoulder gently.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. I promise.”

With a small wave, you disappeared into the crowd, hearing the cousins starting to argue, but it was background noise to you. Instead of heading to the front door, you inconspicuously headed upstairs, past a kissing couple, and to the bathroom on the second floor. The door was shut, but unlocked and unoccupied as you opened the door. You let it fall shut in its hinges after you, walking over to the window, like you had done so many times before, but never alone. Clicking the window open, you carefully climbed out to the roof, sliding the window closed behind you again. You traipsed over the roof, before settling down on the small nook that sat right above Benjicot’s bedroom, stretching out your legs.

Jace had shown you this place when you first started dating, and sometimes when the parties got too much, the two of you snuck out here to be alone. It was probably risky to go here; but it was the only place you felt like you could retreat without having to go home.

The noise of the party downstairs could still be heard, especially the conversations in the backyard, but to you, it seemed quieter as you closed your eyes. It had cooled down significantly since you had come to the party, but you enjoyed the bite of the cold on your bare arms. A deep breath escaped your lips, your chest heavy.

Looking back on it, you knew what you had said was wrong. It was words hurled in the heat of the moment, chosen to provoke a reaction out of Jace and if you could take them back, you would. But now it was too late, it had seemed like Laura had already sunken her talons into Jace as soon as he was available - not that she had cared much about whether he had a girlfriend or not - and he seemed to be lapping it up.

“Stupid,” you muttered to yourself, wiping the tear that escaped your eye from your cheek with the back of your hand. You froze, when you heard the bathroom window slide open; not daring to look back. His steps were careful as he walked towards you, as if not to spook you, but before he came into view, a soft jacket was draped over your shoulders, engulfing you in his scent. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, tugging the jacket tighter around your body when Jace sat down next to you.

The silence between you stretched on, before Jace cleared his throat.

“You were right.”

You let out a small scoff at his words, glancing over to him.

“You’re shitting me, right?” you asked in disbelief. “She was all over you like that and you still thought she wasn’t into you?”

Jace winced, ducking his head.

“That’s fair. Maybe I was a little oblivious. It’s just…” he paused, sighing. “I didn’t see it, because I don’t really see other girls. Ever since we met, it’s just been you. I didn’t even realize that she was flirting with me until she straight up asked me if we could go upstairs.”

Jealousy flared up in your chest at his words, and you frowned, quickly giving him a once over.

“Well, did you?” you asked, your voice tight. Jace gave you a look, his hands dropping down on his lap.

“I’m sitting here with you, aren’t I?”

Relief flooded your veins and you ducked your head to hide your face. Jace glanced over at you, his face vulnerable and you bit your lip.

“I’m sorry too,” you then said. “I didn’t mean what I said. It was petty and stupid, and I’m sorry.”

“Well looks like we both got to work on some things,” Jace said, tentatively reaching out to take your hand; out of reflex you immediately laced your hand with his. He quirked a smile at you, scooting closer to you and you glanced up at him, almost shyly before you leaned in, as he met you halfway, your lips touching. Jace wrapped his hand around the back of your neck as you kissed, and if you hadn’t felt warm before, you definitely did now.

“What’s happening?”

“They’re kissing!”

“No way! Move over!”

“You move over!”

A crash sounded and you pulled away from Jace, just to see Luke and his cousins spying on you from the bathroom.

“Nothing to see here, carry on!” Luke yelled, quickly sliding the window back down, but their bickering could be heard through the closed window.

Jace snorted out a laugh, leaning his forehead against yours and you only grinned lazily at him.

“Come on, let’s go face the circus before they break the window and we have to scale down the roof,” Jace said, offering you his hand as he got up. You let him help you up, as the two of you walked back to the bathroom window.

“You know I thought about scaling down the roof when you caught me in your bedroom?”

“You’re joking.”

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author’s note: tell me what you think <3 also will add the taglist tomorrow bc i’m so tired but wanted to post🫶🏼

[wintersera]

heatstroke || omega!winter x alpha!reader

notes: i’m back after a long ass time HIII saw these pics and i had to cook something up really quick… like lord, PLEASE LORD TAKE THE WHEEL

cw: omegaverse, g!p reader, alpha reader, omega minjeong, breeding kink, biting. one mention of weed

wc: 2.9k

it’s the third day in a row where minjeong invited you over to her house in the countryside. blades of grass rustling in the late afternoon breeze while the sun still beamed brightly in the cloudless sky.

you sat outside the house, sitting on the cool wooden porch as you stared out into the distance, contemplating the last minute choice of staying over at your friends house.

this week's forecast showed a constant 35 degrees celsius and above— 95 fahrenheit and above if you’re american, across the board. the humidity didn’t help either. it felt suffocating to even move around given that the humidity felt like it had raised the temperature up way more than it should have.

you would hate it less if there were ac, but since you were staying over in her small traditional house, you had no other choice than to deal with the excruciating sun rays beaming down on your exposed skin.

sat in a simple thin tank top and short shorts, you lift up the fabric of your top, flapping it around to generate some sort of cool breeze.

as sweat dripped down your face, minjeong appeared behind you, also dripping with salty sweat down from her forehead all the way to her chin “here” she tossed you a cold beer without much care. she knew you’d catch it anyway.

“didn’t you say your fridge broke down?” the cold metal pressed against your nape felt blissful in these times. you rubbed the can all over your body before it unfortunately warmed up from both your body temperature and because of how you were sitting out in the blistering sun.

“i ran over to the vending machine down the street” minjeong sat fairly far away from you on the porch. not because she didn’t like being near you, but because somehow you were quite literally a walking heater “there was a whole line of people” the girl chuckled, popping open the can she got for herself “almost all the drinks ran out, it was crazy y/n. you should’ve seen the old lady scolding this guy for buying, like, ten drinks”

the burn of the alcohol slid down your throat. it almost sort of tasted sweet in a way, but still, it was beer, and beer was annoyingly bitter on your taste buds “i’d honestly do the same if i was there” though it was downright disgusting, the slight coldness made you chug the entire can in one go “why are you wearing that big ass long sleeved shirt, minjeong?”

“i told you~” the shorter girl whined “the electricians won’t be coming soon, so it fucked up the neighbourhood and no one has working outlets anymore”

“you don’t have any spare clothes laying around then? might as well take it off”

“yeah, no i don’t…and no, y/n. i’m not taking it off” she retorted back with an attitude “oh crap, i almost forgot to give you this” minjeong laid down to reach her bag, conveniently having stored a few ice packs in there, and took out two pre packaged ice cream cones. one strawberry, and one plain vanilla.

“yours is definitely vanilla, right?” knowing her tastes, your hand instinctively reached out for the strawberry flavoured ice cream cone. due to the heat, the cream had leaked a little bit out from the wrapper, but i guess that was to be expected anyway.

minjeong nodded, her back still against the now warm wood of the porch, unwrapping the ice cream and taking a few kitten licks.

the both of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while, watching the birds fly around whilst the cicadas buzzed loudly in the background.

“ah—“ minjeong’s little squeak caught your attention briefly, then you were back to watching the birds fly around in the sky. a few pigeons and crows flying by, nothing too out of the ordinary.

“nooo~ i’m all sticky now” you take a glance once more, then your attention returned back to the blue sky, spacing out all over again, but before you could even utter anything snarky about minjeong dropping her ice cream on herself, your head whipped around to do a double take. melted ice cream stained her last clean shirt she had, with no other choice she had to deal with the sticky fabric or just take the whole thing off.

for a second, your eyes caught a spot dribbling down her fingers and onto her wrists. her plump lips parted open for her tongue to dart out. cheeks reddened at the sight of her licking the melted… white cream…

“you know you could—“

“i’m not taking it off. it’s too embarrassing” she definitely could, after all it wouldn’t bother you all too much. you’ve seen people naked. it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“eh… too lazy to move” whilst sprawled out on the floor, her hand pulled up her shirt a little more “ahh~ that feels so much better” toned midriff exposed to the golden sun rays, the reflective light bouncing off her smooth and silky skin.

“whatever floats your boat, i guess” actually, maybe this was bothering you a little more than you had anticipated.

besides the outrageous heat, there was another issue you had that was on your mind.

although you were long term friends with minjeong, probably since you met her in highschool, you had always told her, and the people around you, that you were a full fledged beta. nothing more, nothing less.

god knows how she would react if she had found out you were a pure blooded alpha.

speaking of… you began to feel a little strange “mmm… something smells nice” images of minjeong flashed in your mind. her exposed milky thighs, that oversized shirt she pulled up to show her huggable waist and tummy, melted ice cream on the corner of her lips, and how she was so vulnerable sprawled out across the floor.

shit. oh shit… she looked way too good. so good that you could easily pick her up and do whatever you want with that petite and fragile body of hers.

before you knew it, your cock started to strain against your shorts. uncomfortable, you shifted as you sat in a less revealing manner, taking the ice cream to your lips to calm the heat rushing to your face.

now is not the time for an unexpected rut. fuck. “i’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick” it took a lot of mental strength to avoid gazing at minjeong… a lot of mental strength considering you were covering up your horrendously hard dick as you rushed past her.

“where… where is it—“ usually you had a couple rut suppressants laying around in your pockets, if not, then your bags. and if it wasn't in either, you’d run to the local pharmacy to buy a fresh set of both suppressants and scent blockers. but unlucky you had to be in the middle of the fuckass countryside with a pharmacy that sells neither.

minjeong’s scent was getting stronger, heavier. a pinch of spiced apples wafted into the bathroom unexpectedly. intoxicating. it wasn’t like she was in heat, that’s if your scent didn’t occupy her nostrils by now.

to distract your mind from plunging further into the pit of no return, or rather fantasising about plunging into minjeong’s soft thighs to bury your face right into her pussy, a cold splash of water to your face would do the trick. hopefully.

the faucet was pretty much shut tight, and living in the city for pretty much your whole entire life, you would rather stay hot and bothered— both ways, than to go out and douse yourself with cold water from the hose.

defeated, you walk with your imaginary tail between your legs, eyes averted from minjeong as you sit somewhere else in her house. preferably the furthest room away from where she was laying down.

minjeong, however, followed behind you “do you smell something weird? it smells like cedarwood and a little bit of tobacco” you froze in place for a second. maybe you should straight up tell her the truth. better off than losing your composure and submitting to your instincts in front of her.

she sat close to you despite the suffocating heat. being this close in proximity… her scent was stronger than ever. your cock throbbed in your shorts as she inspected you with curious eyes, her concentrated face wrangling in more indecent thoughts as the seconds flew by “must be someone smoking a blunt out there…” you gulped nervously.

what an obvious lie you told. she rolled her eyes at you, lightly hitting you across the shoulder with a small, amused laugh “we’re in south fucking korea, y/n. i doubt someone is openly smoking weed out in the streets” which was true god damn it.

heart drumming loudly in your chest, your eyes zeroing in on minjeong’s body, every shred of composure seemed to crumble once she checked your temperature with her shockingly cold hands “don’t…” you huff, grabbing her wrists gently “i’m okay”

“you don’t seem okay. you’re showing signs of heatstroke” to be honest, that might be the case as well, but you doubt it was heatstroke given the fact that you were obviously flustered and hot by her sudden approach “crap, and almost everything in this house is broken— y/n, come here”

“mmm…” without any access to cold water, and the cold drinks already gone alongside the ice cream, you had no choice but to suffer in silence. that is until minjeong pulled on the ends of your top. again, that rich spiced apple scent…

“take it off, it’ll be cooler for you” seeing her tiny hands on your top, sliding it off gently with her glossy eyes carefully wandering all over you shattered your last wall of composure.

you rolled minjeong over the futon mattress, her puppy dog eyes staring holes into your face “y-your scent. it’s just way too strong, minjeong” without further ado, you dived into minjeong’s neck, breathing in her delicious scent as you nudged your covered bulge against her clothed pussy.

“i knew it” a soft moan escaped from her lips, the friction between the two of you becoming hotter and hotter with each grind of your hips “you’re way too obvious”

“shut up…” the sliding door was still open to the outside, it would be risky to carry on what you were doing, especially knowing how your scent was particularly stronger in comparison to other alphas. but really, who cares? “is this even okay with you?” albeit concerned, your teeth still grazed her neck gently, kissing and sucking her skin in a way to not so permanently mark her up.

“why else do you think— mmm… that i’ve been inviting you around so often. just… hurry up. you’re triggering my heat” her words alone made you ecstatic. to be fair, you were pent up lately. you continued to rut into her, holding up her thighs as your bulge was threatening to burst through your shorts. in due time, slick began to drip from her hole, dampening both your shorts and her panties.

“can i let loose?” you were already sliding off her panties, following the removal of yours straight after. minjeong’s legs spread wide open for you, her pretty pink folds slathered with her slick, and her puffy clit that looked so sensitive to touch. she stared right into your eyes and gave you a nod of approval.

you manage to push yourself all the way inside of her tight pussy, molding her walls to accommodate the size of your girthy cock. minjeong wrapped her arms around your neck, her nails digging deep and breaking the skin on your back, only making you push as deep as you can in return. her wetness made your entry much easier than you had thought. she just looked way too tiny to take your entire length. this girl was just full of surprises.

sooner or later you would give into your biological urges, and so would minjeong. you could feel it now actually. the primal desire to breed her until she would bear your pups, the need to mark her, to make her yours. you could feel your rationality being thrown out the window, replaced by pure animalistic lust “je..jesus christ, so fucking thick…”

minjeong tried to gather what was left of her scattered thoughts into coherent sentences, but the way your cock filled her up rendered her speechless. you hadn’t moved at all, and yet she was digging her claws into your back as if you were slamming your hips into her.

“i haven’t even moved yet” you chuckled, moving your hips slowly to test the waters. her warmth coated your entire length, feeling as you were melting by simply being inside of her.

testing the waters was not enough for you, you craved for more. a rougher and faster pace would suffice, but you didn’t know if minjeong could handle you that well. after all, the two of you never fucked before.

no, it really wasn’t enough. you had to fuck her hard whether or not she was prepared “gonna… go rough” hands on each side of her waist, using her body, you pushed and pulled her onto your cock. you met with each thrust, burying your tip further and further inside with as much vigour as humanly possible.

buried between the crook of her neck, your lips feverishly pecked at her skin once again, savouring the salty taste of her sweat on the tip of your tongue all while inhaling her addictively sweet and rich scent. all for you to keep for yourself.

on the other hand, minjeong was fairly inexperienced. her thighs began to slowly close, but with your strong grip, you kept them wide open for you to easily slide in and out of her pussy “mi…njeong” you call out to her as you push down on her tummy, locking eyes with the teary eyed girl “g-get on top of me”

you leaned back onto the futon mattress, straightening minjeong’s back as she straddles your lap. the position you were in made it possible to go as deep as minjeong wanted to go, but that didn’t mean she was in control.

“s’too… too big” strings of slick dripped down her thigh, pooling onto your pelvis. you paid no mind to the mess, rather, you encouraged it even further by toying with her overly sensitive clit “f-fu..ck— oh my god, y/n”

every moan urged you to play with her more. not one, but two fingers rubbed circles against her clit, collecting her slick time to time before going back in to do the same motions. it was a win-win situation. each circular motion caused her to clamp down hard on your cock.

but still, it wasn’t enough for either of you.

changing position for possibly the last time, minjeong laid flat on her stomach, as you pound her pussy from behind. with each thrust, the sounds of your hips smacking into her ass sounded throughout the room, and possibly bleeded out onto the empty streets of the village, disrupting the neighbourhood with your moaning and groaning, and minjeong’s cries of pleasure too.

poor minjeong couldn’t speak properly. words she wanted to moan, came out as garbled nonsense, cries and whines too as your relentless rhythm fucked her until she couldn’t even think properly anymore.

at this point, the room was steaming. the scent of you and her mingling with the sweat formed from the intensive heat outside, and the heat generated between the both of you. to say the least, the room reeked of sex.

messy and rough sex.

seconds into kissing her nape, you could feel the tightening of minjeong’s cunt restrict the movement of your thrust, making it a lot more difficult to catch your high, yet somehow the grip brought you closer towards the limit.

now, you could see minjeong clawing into her mattress, scratching the fabric that held all the foam together. her breath became jagged, grunting and groaning harshly till her voice became hoarse with how much she was calling out your name.

“god… i’m gonna— fuck, y/n i’m cumming, i’m gonna cum” claws ripping the linen fabric of the mattress, minjeong lets out a high pitched whimper, her body convulsing as you thrust relentlessly into her.

quickly, your sharp canines sank into her nape by instinct as she came, lessening the pain for marking and replacing it with searing hot pleasure.

still, with you still raring to go, you kept on going until you couldn’t last much longer either. your grip of minjeong’s ass as you pounded harshly into her overstimulated pussy was the final straw. your knot swelled eventually, locking the two of you in place as thick strings of semen poured into her, filling her up to the brim.

laid on top of minjeong, your breath slows, and so does hers “s-sorry… i didn’t mean to claim you” you say, yet your actions speak otherwise, inhaling in her scent to calm yourself down from the intensive orgasm “it’s kind of your fault though. teasing me with that ice cream and that shirt”

“to be honest, i just wanted to see how far you’d stick with that whole beta persona” minjeong huffed into the pillow, stroking your arm as your knot began to lessen, semen now oozing out from her hole “so worth it actually…”

“yeah, but now you’re gonna bear my pups now…” you huff into her neck.

“so worth it” now that your knot began to shrink in size, minjeong turned around, gazing longingly into your eyes with a look you’ve never seen from her before “that just means that you’re gonna be stuck with me forever now, right?” she smirked, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“mmm, yeah i like that thought”

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜🧸

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩: short skirts and pretty omegas

Word count: 6301

Summary: In this chapter, Y/N, I.N, and Felix enter a busy food court filled with tempting aromas. They encounter Minho and Han, who are enjoying ice cream, leading to playful banter about Han's sweet treat. Minho urges Y/N to rest, while Felix eagerly asks for ice cream as well. As Y/N and Felix head to the ice cream shop, they are approached by a menacing alpha, causing Y/N to panic. She tries to protect Felix, but the alpha grips her wrist, escalating the tension. Just as things seem dangerous, I.N arrives and confronts the alpha, ready to defend Y/N and Felix. The chapter ends with a glimpse of Felix later, seeking comfort from Chan after a nightmare about the alpha, finding solace in Chan’s protective embrace.

Warning: Angst/comfort, cursing, physical fight, bruises, assault, mini skirts.

As I.N, Felix, and Y/N entered the food court, the rich scents of fried food and sweet treats enveloped them, making Y/n's stomach grumble. They navigated through the sea of tables and chattering people, their eyes darting from one group to another until they finally paused, spotting Minho and a surprisingly quiet Han.

"You two look comfortable," I.N snickered, a playful glint in his eyes as he gestured toward the pair, who were indulging in ice cream with unabashed delight. “I thought it was no sugar for the omegas before dinner?” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening as he observed Lee Know, who looked utterly exasperated.

“He wouldn’t stop complaining, and this was the only thing that would shut him up,” Lee Know huffed, casting a sidelong glance at Han, who was blissfully licking his ice cream, his head resting on Lee Know’s shoulder.

“Hey, be nice! I’m sensitive!” Han whined, playfully pushing away before crossing his arms in mock indignation. “I’m mad at you now,”

“Oh, baby, please don’t be,” Lee Know fake-begged, stifling a laugh as he rolled his eyes dramatically. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He leaned in, his voice low and soothing, coaxing Han back into his good graces. Han pouted for a moment but soon melted, returning to his ice cream with a soft smile as Lee Know pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, wrapping an arm around him protectively.

“Y/nnie, sit down and rest,” Leeknow instructed gently, patting the spot next to him. “I don’t want you overworking yourself.”

“I’m okay, oppa! I don’t feel tired, really,” she assured him, though she couldn’t help but take a seat beside him to ease his worries.

“Would you all like something to drink? I think it would be good,” he said, quickly reaching into the grocery bag and pulling out water bottles. He passed them around, his eyes warm with care.

Y/n accepted hers with a soft smile, whispering a grateful “thank you” before taking slow sips, savoring the coolness.

“Hyung, I want ice cream too!” Felix whined from his spot next to I.N in the booth, his eyes wide with longing as he pointed at the treats.

“Then go get some, hun. Put it on my card,” Lee Know encouraged, his tone light but firm. “And get some for Y/N too, but not too much! We bought dinner, and I don’t want you guys filling up on sugar.”

Felix nodded enthusiastically, bouncing on his seat before jumping up to head toward the counter. “Do you want one too, Innie?” he asked, glancing back at I.N, who was intently focused on his phone, thumbs flying over the screen.

“No, you two go ahead. I need to talk to Changbin-hyung; he wants me to pick up something,” I.N replied, his voice absentminded as he continued typing, the weight of responsibility momentarily pulling him away from the playful banter.

Y/N watched the exchange, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Felix shrugged his shoulder and intertwined his fingers with Y/N's, a playful smile lighting up his face. She felt a rush of warmth as she blushed, quickly setting down the bags she had been holding to follow him toward the ice cream shop.

“We’ll be back!” Felix called over his shoulder, his voice bubbling with excitement as he led Y/N just a few shops down, well within Lee Know’s line of sight.

"Be safe and don't wonder away!" they heard Leeknow call out behind them.

The ice cream shop was charming, adorned with whimsical decorations and slogans that were adorably cheesy. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle as she read some of them. Felix turned to her, his eyes sparkling. “What ice cream would you like, my love?”

Her cheeks flushed at the endearment. “Hmm,” she murmured, scanning the vibrant array of flavors displayed before her. “I haven’t had ice cream in so long, oppa. Can you help me pick?” Her voice dropped to a whisper, a mix of excitement and shyness overwhelming her.

“Of course!” Felix beamed, his enthusiasm infectious. “I love chocolate and vanilla! Oh, and chocolate chips—those are the best!” He continued to share his favorites, his eyes alight with passion as he described each flavor, making Y/N smile with his delight.

As they waited in line, she shifted her focus, taking in their surroundings. The cheerful atmosphere was suddenly pierced by a wave of unease when she noticed a tall figure approaching them. Her stomach dropped as she recognized the confident stride and the aura that marked him as an alpha.

They weren’t thoroughly scented by I.N or the other alphas or betas, which made it seem like they were unclaimed omegas. Y/n appeared to fit that description perfectly—no bite marks to signify a bond—while Felix’s scent spoke volumes of his connection. If the scent ventilators were turned off, anyone nearby would unmistakably sense that Felix was a very much taken omega, his fragrance rich and layered with the unmistakable warmth of the members of the pack but right now they looked and smelled like unclaimed omegas.

“Felix,” she whispered urgently, tugging on his shirt, her heart racing. “Felix, look at the guy—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the tall male stepped into their space, too close for comfort. Felix remained oblivious, engrossed in his conversation with the cashier. Y/N cursed under her breath, anxiety knotting in her stomach.

The alpha’s eyes gleamed a light shade, and she felt a chill run down her spine when she noticed the flash of red in his gaze. “This is bad,” she thought, her instincts screaming at her. She nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other, acutely aware of the danger lurking just inches away from Felix. Why did he have to be so close and why was he trying to peep under Felix's skirt? 

“Can you take a step back?” Y/N asked, her voice steady but her heart racing as she positioned herself in front of Felix, who was precariously balancing on his tiptoes in his short skirt.

“Oh, am I bothering you two?” The alpha’s voice was smooth but laced with menace. Y/N cringed, the overpowering scent of stale alcohol and cigarettes making her stomach churn.

“You smell bad,” she blurted, her cheeks flushing as she tried to push him away. But he tightened his grip on her wrist, and panic surged through her.

"You don’t just touch alphas, you know," he said with a growled leaning in slightly. "Did your pack alpha forget to mention that? Or are you just a curious omega?"

He licked his lips, his gaze sweeping over her body with a mischievous sparkle. Around them, the crowd was absorbed in their own conversations, laughter and chatter filling the air, Her body shook as she tried to cover herself.

“Let go,” she squeaked, trying to wriggle free. Felix’s eyes widened as he turned, his expression shifting from confusion to alarm.

“What’s your problem, dude?” Felix growled, stepping protectively closer. 

Meanwhile, I.N had just returned from picking up the protein powder that Changbin wanted from the gym store and he had realised the omegas weren't back. How long does it take to get Ice cream? He wondered.

“Are they back yet?” he asked Leeknow, who was scrolling through his phone.

“Nope, not yet,” Leeknow replied, glancing up and eyeing the package I.N was carrying. “What flavor did you get?”

“He wanted strawberry, but they were out, so I—” I.N suddenly paused, a frown creasing his brow as an uneasy feeling bubbled in his stomach.

Leeknow who was putting back his mask on, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion wondering why he had stopped talking so suddenly. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, but before he could get a response, he felt a wave of worry wash over him as-well. The tension in the air grew as Han whimpered softly, tugging at Leeknow's sweater.

“Hyung… " his eyes flashed gold before he frowned, "hyung, Felix is in trouble,” Han said, his voice trembling. Leeknow exchanged a concerned glance with I.N, who was already grabbing his jacket.

I.N! There’s an alpha trying— Felix voice started, but I.N had already jumped out of his seat, his heart racing. He could feel Felix’s fear echoing through their bond.

I’m coming! he replied back, determination flooding through him. Stay calm, Felix! Just make sure he doesn't try and bite you or Y/n.

Dashing down the food court, I.N shoved past people, his senses heightened. When he finally reached the store, he spotted Felix’s blonde hair in the crowd. Without thinking, he lunged forward, his protective instincts taking over. He landed a punch on the alpha confronting Felix and Y/N, but in the chaos, he felt himself slipping into a darker place.

As he turned back, I.N noticed Felix and Y/N stepping back, visibly shaken. “Are you guys okay?” he asked, his expression softening at the sight of them trembling. Felix nodded, pulling Y/N into a comforting embrace.

“I’ve got you,” I.N reassured them, standing firm as he faced the fallen alpha, ready to protect his omegas no matter what.

The alpha was on the floor, clutching his face in shock and pain.

“What the hell?” I.N thundered, his voice reverberating through the shop. “You don’t just touch people like that! Have you lost your mind?! You reek of alcohol and cigarettes!”

As I.N moved forward, rage radiating off him, Lee Know quickly stepped in front of him. “Calm down, Innie, it’s okay—”

“No, hyung, let me at him!” I.N huffed, his eyes blazing. The tension in the air felt electric, a palpable mix of fear and protectiveness swirling around them. Y/N felt a rush of gratitude and fear, knowing Felix was right beside her, ready to face the threat together.

Felix and Y/N stood behind Han, who was firmly planted behind Lee Know, a protective barrier in the chaos.

“I’m going to ruin him, I swear to God! Who does he think he is? Wait till Chan hears about this! He’s going to rip—”

“I.N, we're in public and you're an idol. Calm down.” Lee Know growled, but the younger boy was fully in 'alpha mode,' his fury palpable.

“Are you okay, Y/Nnie?” Felix’s voice was urgent, his hands checking her arms for bruises. “This is my fault; I should have paid more attention. I’m so sorry—”

“Felix, stop. It’s okay,” she assured him, feeling his panic radiate through the air. “You didn’t know, and I’m fine.” She tried to calm him, though deep down, she felt a flicker of concern. She was used to unwanted attention from alphas, a reality that often left her unfazed. But seeing Felix and Han so shaken brought a pang to her heart.

“Hey, you two, I’m okay. Don’t worry about me, I promise,” she said softly, enveloping them in a comforting aura. It was like they were in their own bubble, isolated from the chaos around them. Han instinctively scented her, clinging to her side, while Felix let a few tears slip down his cheeks, seeking solace against her.

“Y/N and Felix, come here,” Leeknow called gently, his voice soothing despite the tension in the air. He had just managed to guide I.N away to calm down, but his heart raced at the thought of what had just happened. “Are you both okay?” He looked at them with concern, trying to gauge their state. He knew he had to keep his composure to prevent the younger ones from spiraling into panic. “What happened?”

“I’m fine, oppa, just a bit shaken up,” Y/N replied, though her voice quivered slightly. “He didn’t bite me or Felix, but he came out of nowhere. I was just trying to protect Felix—he was trying to touch him under his skirt.” The memory sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a wave of sadness wash over her. The thought of Felix, so innocent and vulnerable, made her heart ache. She couldn’t shake the fear that he would be scarred by this encounter, just as she was.

“Hey, look at me,” Leeknow said softly, stepping closer and pulling her into a warm hug. He gently checked her arms and shoulders for any new bruises, his heart racing at the thought of her being hurt. “You were incredibly brave standing up to him. I know how terrified you are of alphas, but you put that aside for Felix.” His praise was heartfelt, and he could feel her tense muscles relax a little as she took comfort in his words.

Y/N closed her eyes tightly, accepting the embrace and squeezing him gently. The warmth of his presence helped ease her fears, and she felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. “Thank you, oppa,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

“Are you okay, Lix?” Leeknow asked, glancing at Felix, who was curled up against Han. Felix’s face was streaked with tears, his usually bright expression dimmed by the recent scare. Leeknow’s heart sank at the sight. He felt an overwhelming protectiveness swell within him, coupled with anger toward the unknown alpha who had dared to harm his pack.

Felix looked up, his big eyes filled with uncertainty. “I-I’m just really scared,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “I thought something bad was going to happen.”

Han tightened his hold around Felix, offering silent support as he glared at the ground, his own emotions boiling beneath the surface. Leeknow could sense Han's frustration, and it mirrored his own feelings of anger and helplessness.

“Hey, it’s okay to feel scared,” Leeknow reassured Felix, kneeling down to be eye-level with him. “You’re safe now.” He offered a warm smile, hoping to ease Felix’s worries. “I promise we won’t let anything happen to you.”

Felix nodded slowly, his expression softening a bit as he absorbed Leeknow’s words. Y/N, feeling the weight of the moment, reached out and took Felix’s hand, squeezing it gently. 

“Come on, guys, I’ll grab your ice cream,” Lee Know announced, trying to lighten the mood as they watched security lead the alpha away. Y/N's gaze darted outside, where she spotted I.N pacing anxiously, his knuckles bruised and raw. A wave of relief washed over her.

“Innie, are you okay?” she called out, gasping at the sight of his injuries.

“I’m fine, love. Are you okay?” His voice was thick with concern, his eyes searching hers. “That scared the shit out of me. I’m so sorry I let my guard down—”

Before he could finish, Y/N leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for being my hero, Innie. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

His expression softened, the tension easing as he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

“I’m going to need some time to calm down, or my alpha is going to make me literally run and find that guy. What was he thinking? Ugh! I should have scented both of you. You can’t even be safe ten feet away from us,” I.N vented, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“I-if it helps, you do look hot right now… you know, being all protective and stuff,” Y/N said quietly, immediately regretting it as she buried her face in his chest.

“Yeah?” He paused, a smirk tugging at his lips as he nudged her chin up gently. “You like it when I go all crazy alpha over you,” he teased, and she squeaked, playfully slapping his chest.

“Stop teasing!” she muffled into his shirt, feeling her cheeks burn.

I.N chuckled, holding her close as they waited for Minho and the rest of the omegas to come out of the shop. Though his mind was still racing, his heartbeat began to slow. He could sense the rest of the pack trying to reach out through their bond, but he shut them down, not wanting to dwell on the situation.

“Let’s go. The boys keep spamming my phone, asking why they can feel fear and anger in the bond,” Minho sighed, juggling the bags in his arms.

“Fuck, I’ll text the group on the way. Are they home?” I.N asked, stepping in to help with the bags.

“Yeah, they got home a few minutes ago.” Minho turned to Han, Felix, and Y/N. “You three walk in front of us, please.”

As they made their way back to the car, Minho turned to I.N. “You did good today, pup. I’m proud of the alpha you’re becoming.” He leaned in to plant a quick peck on I.N’s lips, who blushed furiously. “First at the doctor’s, now here? I’m so telling Hyung to give you a treat later.”

“Thank you, hyung. I appreciate you having my back in there. I think I would have—”

“No negative thoughts,” Minho interjected firmly. “Let’s just get home and relax. My feet and head are killing me.”

“I can give you head,” I.N smirked, earning a playful smack on the back of his head from Minho.

“Not that kind of head, you little rascal!” Minho laughed, shaking his head as they settled into the car.

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Once they arrived home, the group tumbled out of the car, each grabbing bags and laughing as they made their way inside. I.N and Minho exchanged playful glances and headed back for the second and third rounds, panting a bit as they watched the omegas stroll into the house with carefree smiles.

“Sometimes I wish I was an omega,” I.N joked, chuckling to himself. “Just chilling while alphas and betas take care of me 24/7.” He locked the main door with a grin, then headed to the kitchen to set up the table for dinner, the aroma of home-cooked food already wafting through the air.

In the studio, Chan heard the front door open, and he instinctively glanced at his phone, a wave of relief washing over him when he saw it was the rest of the pack returning through the cameras. His stomach had been tied in knots ever since Leeknow called about the earlier incident; however, after chatting with Felix and receiving a reassuring text from I.N, his worries began to dissipate.

With a determined huff, he saved his work, mentally shifting gears as he made his way to the main living room. The familiar sounds of laughter and chatter welcomed him as he entered, where most of the boys were sprawled out, enjoying the moment of downtime. “Hey, where’s Y/N, Felix, and Han?” he called out, spotting Changbin deeply engrossed in his phone, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Changbin looked up, momentarily distracted. “They’re getting ready for dinner, I think. Y/N mentioned something about wanting to unwind after shopping,” he replied, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.

Chan knew that bringing up the earlier situation could dampen the mood, especially since everyone was clearly exhausted. He had made it a point to tell the others beforehand to hold off on discussing the incident until after dinner. He could still picture the moment he had to convince Changbin not to rush to the mall in a panic—Changbin's protective instincts had kicked in, and it had taken some calming words to reassure him that they would address it later.

“Got it!” Chan nodded, his eyes sparkling as he spotted Leeknow in the kitchen. “Hey, baby!” he called, wrapping his arms around the beta from behind.

“Ugh, you smell like horny alpha,” Leeknow teased, leaning back for a quick kiss before returning to his task.

“You know you love it,” Chan shot back, grinning as he caught Leeknow rolling his eyes playfully.

“im not your sex toy—”

“You sure?! Don't you remember last night when everyone was asleep?” Chan interrupted, dramatically moaning and mocking him. “Oh Chan, right there! Hyung, don’t do that, I’m going to cu—”

Leeknow gasped, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink as he threw a dishcloth at Chan. “Hyung! Seriously!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll behave!” Chan laughed, enjoying the lighthearted banter. Minho chimed in, shaking his head with an amused smile. 

"Hyung! you cant do that!" Minho growled, "get out my kitchen," he shoos chan who is chuckling histerically at the flustered beta. His scent spiking to a certain sweetness..

“Fine, fine, I’ll go,” Chan said with a mock pout. “Where’s I.N? I need to talk to him.” He made his way toward the stairs.

“He’s in his room showering!” Leeknow called from the kitchen.

“Thanks!” Chan replied, quickly jogging up the stairs. He navigated the familiar corridors before knocking on I.N's door. When there was no response, he opened it without hesitation.

“Innie?” he called out, stepping inside.

“Yeah! Just a sec, Hyung! I’m drying my hair!” I.N’s voice floated from the bathroom. Chan nodded, settling onto the bed and idly playing with his fingers as he waited. Moments later, I.N emerged, wearing pajama pants and one of Changbin’s hoodies, his hair still damp and tousled.

“You okay, love?” Chan asked, concern softening his voice.

I.N crawled onto the bed, resting his head on Chan’s chest. “Tired,” he murmured, a sigh escaping his lips.

“You don’t have to worry about me, babe. I handled the situation,” I.N insisted, meeting Chan’s gaze.

“I know, and I’m proud of you,” Chan replied, brushing his fingers through I.N’s hair. “But I can’t help but worry. You completely shut down your side of the bond when your alpha was angry. That’s scary. What if it happens again and you’re alone? God forbid we can’t reach you through your phone, and your bond is shut off.”

I.N frowned, understanding the gravity of Chan’s words. “I know, but it’s like he just doesn’t want to deal with anyone, and he forces me to shut down. I’ve tried to connect with him and to get on the same page, but it feels like... I just black out.”

“Maybe we can try the specialist EunYoung-hyung suggested last time this happened with staff,” Chan said thoughtfully, knowing this wasn’t the first time I.N had blacked out completely. “It might become a problem if we don’t deal with it now, especially with the tour around the corner.”

I.N huffed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He wasn’t mad at Chan—he was mad at himself for not being able to control his instincts. If he had hurt that alpha earlier, he could have been all over the news, and they might have stripped him of his K-pop career. Thank goodness they had masks on today; it could have been so much worse.

“Maybe you’re right, Hyung,” I.N finally admitted, his expression turning into a pout as he thought it over. What if one day he got so angry that—

“Hey, no need to be upset,” Chan said gently, brushing his fingers through I.N’s hair. “I told you when you first presented as an alpha it would be hard to control your instincts. But you did such a great job today, baby boy. I’m so proud of you; I just don’t want you to get hurt, alright?” He pressed a soft kiss to I.N’s forehead.

“I love you,” I.N mumbled, his doe eyes wide and earnest.

“I love you too. I’ll book an appointment with the specialist, and we’ll go from there.” Chan’s heart lightened as he smiled at I.N, feeling the warmth of the younger alpha scenting him. What would he do without his boys—and his girl?

“How was your day? Did you guys finish the track list?” I.N asked, shifting to rest his head on Chan’s shoulder.

“Yes, but we had to literally fight with Seungmin to get him to record. He was being bratty and annoying,” Chan huffed. “He’s really struggling with this new addition to the pack. I just hope he gets over himself soon. Hyunjin was actually fine; he even asked if he could talk to Y/n to apologize,” Chan added, slightly impressed.

“Yeah, after the talk he had with Leeknow,” I.N chimed in.

“He had a talk with Leeknow?” Chan asked, surprised.

“What, you think I can’t play therapist for the pack?” Leeknow popped up from nowhere, startling both alphas. He leaned against the door frame, smirking.

“Seriously, what is it with people sneaking into conversations in this house?!” Chan yelled, throwing a pillow at Leeknow.

“Woah there, Pack Alpha! I’m just an innocent beta,” Leeknow gasped for air, feigning innocence while giggling.

“Sure you are,” I.N said, rolling his eyes as Chan shot Leeknow a playful glare. It felt good to laugh, the weight of the day slowly lifting as they settled back into their comforting routine.

“Will you two stop being disgusting and come for dinner?” Leeknow huffed, not bothering to wait for a response. He marched straight to the omegas' room, knocking softly before pushing the door open. The sight before him made him pause: Y/n, Han and Felix were cuddled up on the bed, surrounded by a mountain of untouched bags. The room smelled sweet and fresh, an inviting aroma that made him smile despite his irritation.

“Are you guys done washing up?” he asked, carefully navigating through the clutter.

“Yeah, Hyung. We were about to come down, but Y/nnie has to apply her medication first,” Felix replied, sitting up and reaching for a bag filled with pills and creams.

“She should do that after dinner. I’ll do it for her,” Leeknow insisted, his voice firm yet gentle.

“Yeah, you’re right, Hyung. You’re the professional,” Felix conceded after a brief debate.

“Right, come on then, guys. Let’s go eat.” Leeknow tugged Han out of the room, who was practically asleep on his feet.

“Hyung!” Han whimpered, clearly annoyed at being disturbed. “I wanna sleep,” he protested, only to climb onto Leeknow as if he were a tree.

“Yes, you’ll sleep after dinner, bubba. I know you’re irritated today, but you have to put something in that belly,” Leeknow reassured him.

“Mmph,” Han grumbled in response as they set him down on the couch. He voluntarily crawled into Changbin’s lap, occasionally glancing at his phone and giggling at the funny memes Changbin found.

One by one, the other members piled into the room. Felix tackled Chan to the floor, showering him with a thousand kisses, earning a chorus of playful “Ew, get a room!” from Hyunjin. Laughter filled the space as they all began to dig into the takeout food they had bought earlier.

Y/n settled beside Minho, joining the conversation only when prompted by questions. She didn’t want to irritate Hyunjin or Seungmin, so she opted for silence, which slightly worried the other six members of the pack. They exchanged concerned glances, their usual banter overshadowed by Y/n's quiet demeanor.

“Did you enjoy shopping, Y/nnie?” Chan asked, trying to pull her into the conversation after Felix had gone on an enthusiastic ten-minute rant about all their amazing finds.

“Yes, Oppa, thank you so much,” she replied kindly, returning to her food.

“You better have, with how many times the bank called me asking if my card was stolen because someone was buying a ‘Mickey Mouse thong’…” Changbin playfully grumbled, and the room erupted in laughter. Y/n buried her face behind Leeknow’s shoulder, mortified.

“Felix, I told you it was silly!” she exclaimed, shooting him a glare.

“I picked that one out for her, Hyung! It’s so sexy,” Felix giggled, and Y/n felt her stomach twist in embarrassment. She had no idea Changbin and Chan had been tracking their purchases.

“I didn’t know you could see the purchases! Now I feel stupid,” she grumbled, her ears flushing red.

“We don’t track purchases, but if my card is being drained by almost $4,000, the bank has to check for theft,” Chan chuckled, ruffling her hair before heading to the kitchen for water.

“Oh, Hyung, wait till you see the buttplug we got her!” Han squealed.

“What?!” they all yelled, including Y/n, who immediately threw a pillow at him.

“You got me a butt plug?!” she shrieked in horror.

“Yes, and a silicon—”

“Felix, not helping!” she yelled, covering her face in total embarrassment. Felix giggled again, crawling into her lap and playfully licking her cheek, making her laugh despite her mortification.

“When did you even get a chance to buy that? We were together the whole day!” Y/n groaned, her cheeks flushing.

“I was just kidding! I wanted to see your reactions,” Felix said, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked at the flustered alphas. “You guys are hilarious!”

“I wouldn’t complain if you did have one,” Changbin smirked as Leeknow was stretching out comfortably on the couch, his hand casually resting behind Y/n’s back.

“Of course you wouldn’t, you man-whore!” Han shot back playfully, hopping off Changbin’s lap with a laugh.

“Hey! I was ready to treat you to a dick down today, but I guess that’s off the table now,” Changbin teased, grinning at Han.

“Hyung!” Han exclaimed, bursting into giggles as he covered his face and dashed into the kitchen, hiding behind a chuckling Chan.

“Alright, let’s change the topic before we get too silly!” Chan chuckled, looking around at the happy faces. The room was filled with warm,happy scents, and even Seungmin and Hyunjin, who were watching from the sidelines, seemed to be in good entertained.

Despite the light atmosphere, Chan felt a twinge of concern for Y/n’s health. He made a mental note to check in with her later. She really shouldn’t be carrying heavy things, and with Felix snuggled in her lap, he felt a bit anxious. But for now, they were all together, laughing and enjoying each other’s company, and that was what mattered most.

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“Y/N, come here,” Leeknow called gently, his voice cutting through the soft sounds of the living room. It was 10:15 PM, and most of the guys were scattered throughout the house—some in the gaming room, others in the studio or the theater, engrossed in their own worlds. Meanwhile, Y/N and Changbin were comfortably nestled on the couch, sharing laughter and watching YouTube videos together when Leeknow interrupted their cozy moment, a bag in hand.

Y/N pouted, her expression a mix of reluctance and playfulness, but she knew better than to ignore him. With a small sigh, she crawled over to him, settling on her knees and facing him, her curiosity piqued despite her initial resistance.

“I know you don’t want to, but you have too,” Leeknow chuckled, a knowing glint in his eye as he recognized her attempts to wiggle out of it. He extended the water bottle and pills toward her, snapping on a pair of gloves with a practiced ease that made her heart flutter with a mix of anxiety and trust.

Seeing the situation unfold, Changbin quickly stepped in, eager to distract her from the impending discomfort. “So, how many siblings do you have?” he asked, hoping to draw her attention away from the task at hand.

“I have four siblings,” Y/N began, her voice lightening as she shared about her family. “Three boys and one girl. Two of my brothers are alphas, while one is an omega.” A soft smile spread across her face as she reminisced about her youngest brother, Yunji. “He’s quiet and keeps to himself, but we get along really well since we bond over being the omegas in the family.”

“Then my sister is an alpha and—” Y/N was suddenly cut off by a sharp wince as Leeknow’s fingers began to gently stroke her gland with cream. She instinctively tried to pull away, only to find herself wedged between Leeknow's legs, trapped yet secure.

“Oppa! It hurts,” she cried out, a whimper escaping her lips as Leeknow applied more pressure, his fingers delving deeper.

“I know, sweetie, but it’s going to make you feel better, I promise,” he cooed softly, his tone soothing as he continued his work, focused on helping her.

Changbin winced, cringing at the sight. “Oof, that looks painful,” he remarked, unable to hide his discomfort, which earned him a sharp glare from Y/N.

“You think?” she shot back, her voice laced with mock indignation before a sudden yelp erupted from her when Leeknow found a particularly sensitive spot. She instinctively swatted at him, half-heartedly hitting his arm while trying to suppress a laugh through her frustration.

“Okay, okay, I’m done. Pass me your hands,” Leeknow sighed in relief, shifting positions to access the glands on her hands. His movements were gentle but purposeful, determined to provide the care she needed.

Just then, Chan appeared from downstairs, his headphones resting around his neck and a beanie pulled low over his hair. “I heard screaming, what’s going on?” he asked, concern etched on his face as he scanned the room.

“She’s getting her medicine, and it hurts,” Changbin explained, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him, a mixture of worry and empathy in his gaze.

Chan walked over, his eyes narrowing as he examined Y/N’s neck glands, his expression shifting from curiosity to alarm. “Oh babe, that looks horrible,” he winced, taking in her pained expression and the tear stains on her cheeks.

Leeknow glanced at her, a twinge of guilt settling in his stomach. “I feel bad, but there’s nothing I can do right now,” he admitted, his voice softening. “We’re almost done, I promise.” He offered her a reassuring smile, even as he continued his work.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped, carefully removing his gloves and inspecting the red spots on her skin. “You’re okay, baby. Don’t worry,” he soothed, but Y/N whimpered again, feeling overwhelmed by the discomfort.

In a rush of instinct, she crawled into Chan’s lap, seeking comfort. As he wrapped his arms around her, he released a wave of powerful pheromones, enveloping her in a warmth that almost made her feel weightless.

“Alpha so soft, so cuddly,” she purred into Chan’s chest, sinking deeper into his embrace. His presence was grounding, a sanctuary amid the chaos, and he held her tightly, ready to shield her from any lingering discomfort.

Chan’s heart swelled as he cradled her, whispering sweet reassurances while the world around them faded away.

“Leeknow, did you see her bruises?” Chan asked, his voice laced with concern. “Yuna mentioned that she needs plenty of rest and calcium-rich foods to regain her strength and heal some of the minor fractures. Apparently, her powers might help speed up the healing process, but still…”

“I’ll make sure she gets plenty of rest after everything that’s happened,” Leeknow reassured him, his brow furrowing. “Honestly, I think she’s going to pass out for two days straight. She’s been so overwhelmed with all these changes. I just don’t want her to go into a subdrop because it’s all too much for her to handle.”

Changbin chimed in, “I’ll ask my mom to come watch her while we go to practice tomorrow. She doesn’t have any plans, and with all the rehearsals we have lined up for the show in France, we might be working late.” He huffed, running a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face.

“Alright, then,” Chan replied, sighing. “I’ll also need to talk to Manager Jin about her flight details and everything else. There’s just so much to juggle right now, especially with the new addition to our pack. I’m not complaining, really, but it’s a lot. I have to balance my responsibilities with the company and my role as pack leader, and honestly, the pack will always come first. But the company demands so much of my time.”

Leeknow glanced over at Y/N, who was peacefully sleeping on the couch, a gentle rise and fall of her chest the only indication of her presence. “Are we going to announce her to the public?” he asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

Chan shook his head firmly. “No, I don’t want to expose her to that just yet. Maybe when we’re on tour or once things settle down a bit. There are just too many risks involved if we’re not with her 24/7. She deserves to feel safe and secure, especially now.”

The room fell into a contemplative silence, each member of the pack lost in their thoughts about Y/N’s well-being. They all knew how important it was to protect their own, and as Chan looked at the peaceful figure before them, he felt a renewed sense of determination. They would do whatever it took to ensure her safety and happiness, no matter the challenges ahead.

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After a very long conversation Chan had with the omegas about what had happened at the mall, everyone went to sleep except one omega who kept on tossing and turning;

“Channie…” Chan was deep in sleep, comfortably cuddling with Seungmin when he heard the soft, trembling voice. He blinked awake to see Felix standing by the edge of the bed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, and a scent of distress lingering in the air.

“Channie-hyung, please wake up,” Felix sobbed quietly, shaking him gently, his small frame quivering with anxiety.

“Hmm?” Chan groaned, wiping the sleep from his eyes and scanning the dimly lit room. “Felix? Baby, what’s wrong?” He shot up, careful not to disturb the sleeping beta beside him.

“Nightmare,” Felix whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N is in a deep sleep, and Han is with Hyunjin, and I don’t know what to do. It’s scary…” His small whimpers broke Chan’s heart, and he instinctively reached out.

“Hey, just breathe for me, okay? Come here,” Chan urged, worried about the panic that might bubble up. Felix wiped his tears and crawled into Chan’s lap, where the alpha quickly wrapped his arms around his tiny waist, drawing him close.

“I’m so sorry, baby. What was the nightmare about?” Chan asked gently, pressing a kiss to Felix’s forehead, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

“T-the alpha we saw today,” Felix whispered, nuzzling into Chan’s neck, inhaling his comforting scent to calm his racing heart.

“Oh, baby, you were scared, weren’t you?” Chan cooed softly, his heart aching for the younger omega. “I’m so sorry, love. You’re safe now. I’m right here, and I won’t let anyone touch you, okay? None of us will,” he promised, his hand rubbing gentle circles on Felix's thigh, soothing him.

After a moment of silence, Chan asked, “Do you want to sleep with me for the rest of the night?” He noticed Felix’s sobs had quieted to soft sniffles, and his scent shifted from the sharp anxiety of burnt brownies to the comforting aroma of freshly baked cookies mixed with sweet caramel.

“Yes, please,” Felix hummed, a hint of relief in his voice.

“Alright then, close your eyes. We have a lot to do tomorrow, but I’ll be right here when you wake up,” Chan replied, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on Felix’s forehead. He held him tightly until Felix’s breathing evened out, and he fell asleep nestled against Chan’s warmth.

Once he was sure Felix was peacefully asleep, Chan let out a soft sigh, feeling a mix of protectiveness and love wash over him. He reached out, gently holding Seungmin’s waist with his other, before drifting off himself.

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Stiles in a Contractual Relationship

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—Derek/Stiles—

"Tax Evasion" (E) by standinginanicedress | 139,924 | “Here’s what I want,” Stiles starts, and Scott is already nodding along. “…I want a dude who’s going to take me out on dates. I like dinner and ice cream and all that. And I want him to meet my dad in, like, a sweater vest and khakis and shake his hand and talk about sports with the guy. And I want him to have a car and an apartment – not like, nice ones? But ones, you know? He’s got a dog, too. He drives me around and buys me stuff and is nice to my dad and my friends but then, like,” he squeezes the basketball extra hard and is sure he feels some air being let out of it, “…he ties me up sometimes, too. Is that too much to ask for? Am I reaching for the stars?”

"Don’t Take the Money" (E) by standinginanicedress | 53,469 | “Just so long as I don’t go falling in love with you, you don’t give a shit,” Derek clarifies. “Yeah. Pretty much.” “What if you go and fall in love with me?” “Ha ha,” Stiles shakes his head. “I don’t do shit like that. Alphas are disposable and they’re all just alike, when you strip them down to their parts.”

"For Your Eyes Only" (E) by standinginanicedress | 113,297 | “Are you a fucking psycho? Be honest. Are you sick in the fucking head?” Stiles asks. “No,” Derek says. “I’m a rich guy who likes twinks.” “Uh huh,” he doesn’t sound convinced. “You have twenty thousand dollars just lying around waiting to be spent on having cam sex with me?” “I do,” he shrugs. “And then some.” Silence. “You’re rich?” “Yes. I have money. I have an important job. That’s not what we’re talking about. Are you in or out?”

"One life stand" (E) by Vendelin | 84,278 | Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

"Werewolf-Friendly" 🔒 (E) by badwolfbadwolf | 27,228 | Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn’t like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles' ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is... interested.

"Not What I Ordered" 🔒 (E) by eeyore9990 | 2,921 | Derek orders himself a bottom from a high-class escort service. What he gets is…Stiles.

"Unwind" 🔒 (E) by coffeeinallcaps | 15,047 | 'Hope you enjoy your present,' the text from Erica says. 'Payment’s taken care of. You can thank me tomorrow.'

"Disposition" (E) by Tulikettu | 56,104 | Stiles has an itch. A kinky, kinda dirty itch he needs to scratch. So why not go on the Internet and look for a complete stranger to scratch it? Derek needs a partner for his rut. What a coincidence.

"Oblivion for Two" (E) by publicdecency | 210,279 | “I’ll pay you to stop going around with other werewolves.” Stiles pushes Derek’s hand off of him, and Derek lets him. Stiles sits up. Derek sits up. They stare at one another. Stiles tries to laser through right to his dumb idiot fucking brain. “What did you just say?”

"A Mating Moon" (E) by unpossible | 37,353 | “Hey, Scott, so, I uh, there’s this amazingly hot guy and I’m uh, gonna spend the weekend with him but, you know, just to be careful, I’m sending you his picture, so if by some terrible chance my bloated corpse shows up sometime Monday, just, y’know pass this along to the authorities.” He pauses. “Uh. Kidding?” and then hangs up with a rush of air. “That is the worst voicemail in the history of voicemails,” Derek says.

"Millstone" (E) by eleanor_lavish | 31,368 | Derek waits until the door is shut behind him before he turns around. He holds out his hand, plants his ‘if you’re not weird about it, I won’t be’ smile on his face and says, “Nice to meet you, Stiles. I’m Michael. What kind of a good time are you looking for tonight?”

"Don't Worry Baby" (E) by kalpurna | 20,276 | "You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point." Derek doesn't respond.

"but monsters are always hungry, darling" (E) by Rena | 7,071 | "I just...I just want someone to fuck me,” he blurts out, flailing his hands around. “I mean, like, really fuck me. Not any of this wishy-washy stuff, but someone with strength and stamina who’ll actually, honestly, fuck me, hold me down and fuck me so hard I can still feel it the next day.” “So, essentially, you want a werewolf,” Lydia deduces.

"Three Phone Calls" 🔒 (M) by pandabomb | 15,676 | Scott and Stiles live in a shitty apartment in NYC, Lydia is still queenly, and Derek is a clueless rich guy who mistakes Stiles for a hooker.

"Sell Your Body to the Night" (E) by Dira Sudis | 121,553 | "No," Derek repeated impatiently. "I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work." "I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."

"The Civilian" 🔒 (E) by bloodwrites | 15,279 | Stiles started hustling by accident. He likes the way it makes him feel too much to stop. Even the risk involved with selling himself in dark, dirty alleys doesn't stop him from doing it again and again. Not every night, sometimes not even every week, but he always goes back, looking for more of what he needs.

"A Whole Strip of Condoms" 🔒 (E) by eeyore9990 | 20,227 | Stiles feels the crushing weight of his family's debt; Derek has piles of money. Derek needs to get laid; Stiles is a willing and eager virgin. It's a match made in... well. Beacon Hills. Eesh.

"gave your smile to me" (T) by Sarageek16 | 4,784 | In which Stiles is a hooker (but not really), Derek wants to feed his skinny little body, and there is soup. Not necessarily in that order.

"Men of Taste" (E) by dizzzylu | 3,737 | It starts with a leather portfolio; a gift from Peter the day Derek is promoted to junior partner. He flips through the last few pages of cards, taking his time. Among them are several swanky nightclubs, a discreet gentlemen's club, a selection of the city's more opulent fetish clubs, as well as New York's most elite, and secretive, escort agency.

"Gravity's Got Nothing on You" (E) by zosofi | 83,979 | “Three weeks,” Derek says. “Still don’t want to,” Stiles says. “I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. “How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.” “My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

—Stiles/Peter—

"A Delicate Beast" (E) by anonymous | 7,536 | Stiles flicks his eyes to Peter and has to almost instantly drag them away again in fear. This man wants to assault me.

"one kiss (you burn)" (E) by anonymous | 1,953 | Stiles just wants to pop his cherry.

"Loan Wolves" (E) by veterization | 117,313 | At seventeen, Stiles' mother dies, and suddenly, with bills piling up, Stiles and his father are in financial straits. Enter Peter Hale, the loan shark.

"Conduit" 🔒 (E) by DarkIsRising | 52,428 | A cool 10k to spend a weekend with some rich guy getting plowed in his familial estate during some hoity-toity engagement party for Rich Guy’s niece, with an extra 2k on offer if he can make his ex-husband visibly seethe with jealousy.

"A Spoonful of Sugar" (E) by Twisted_Mind | 31,133 | He blames Lydia. He would never have even considered this if she hadn't mentioned it like it was legit. But short of falling down the rabbit hole of student debt, he doesn't have a whole lot of options. So, whatever, he can try the sugar baby thing. No one has to know.

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where finding how you fit is a little like a puzzle-the 100,000 piece kind, not the 100 piece kind. or The twenty-seventh installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel series

Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, Pack!Prequel, Skz!Pack Prequel, ABO, A/B/O, Omegaverse, Series, OT8, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Fluff, Angst, Skz imagines, Skz scenarios, FemReader

Genre: Light Angst, Fluff

A/N: I'm back! Sorry guys, I know it's been SOOOOO Long and yall have probably forgotten/given up on me, but I had to take a little sabbatical to keep my head above water in real life. But I've been here! Stalking and reading and checking comments and reblogs and messages. I love yall! <3 Thanks for being so patient with me!

Title: Call Me Anything at All, Just Don't Call Me Yours

“Dude, your fucking beta is killing me here.” 

You glance up as Jisung joins the cafeteria table, plopping down between Changbinn and Hyunjin, clearly frustrated about something, his voice a plaintive whine.

Changbin’s brow creases in slight confusion. “My beta? What, you mean Seungmin?” 

“Who else would I be fucking talking about?” Jisung grumbles, shooting a glare in the alpha’s direction, as he rips open the packet that contains his silverware with a little more force than necessary. 

“You, technically.” Felix points out helpfully from further down the table, giving Jisung a slightly teasing grin. 

“Yeah, ha ha, I’m killing myself, real funny, Lix.” Jisung mocks back, though his tone softens a little as he addresses the omega, because that’s just the effect Felix has on everyone. 

Jisung turns back to Changbin, slapping his palms down on the table. “But seriously, he’s weird as shit. Hot and cold all the time, man. I don’t ever know where I stand with him-not really-kind of like with Minho-hyung.” 

Beside you, Minho snorts softly. “Please, you’re always on thin fucking ice with me, Han Jisung. You know that.” 

Jisung shoots Minho an annoyed look, but continues badgering Changbin. “You gotta tell me the secret to crack the code, hyung. One second, I think we’re friends, the next, the guy barely has two words to say to me.” 

Changbin gives a slight shrug. “That’s just how Seungmin is.” 

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, trust me, Sungie, Seungmin is a tough nut to crack. We’ve been friends for a long time-study partners for longer-and there’s still days I think he’d rather murder me than be sat across the table from me. He’s hard to read, he keeps his feelings close to his chest.” 

“He’s also a slow mover.” Changbin points out. “Really takes his time to think things through, all the pros and cons, before he acts.” 

Minho snorts again, not looking up from his food. “Maybe he’s deciding the cons list is longer than the pros when it comes to being packmates with you, Jisung.” 

“Plus, he’s not all that affectionate. Skinship is kind of a struggle for him.” You remark thoughtfully, an observation you’ve had the longer you’ve gotten to be around Seungmin as a packmate, and not just a library buddy. 

He really only lets Changbin touch him openly. Maybe it’s a side effect of the whole moonmate thing. 

Biology. 

Jisung takes a swig of his soda and considers for a moment, furrowing his brow. “Well, have you guys been-” He clears his throat, motioning slightly with his hands in a flapping motion toward Changbin. “-you know, intimate?” 

You clear your throat at that, interjecting, trying to save Changbin the embarrassment of answering that question. “Intimacy can be a lot of things, Jisungie, you know, like when you and I and Seungmin showered together, or when Chan scents us, or trusting someone enough to talk to them about difficult subjects-” Hyunjin leans around the beta and stares directly at Changbin now. “No, he’s asking if you’ve fucked.” 

Down the table, Chan chokes on his food, and Jeongin openly covers a cackle with a well timed cough. 

Next to you, Minho mutters beneath his breath, “Jesus Christ.” 

Changbin clears his throat hard, and you note the tips of his ears going a bright red. “Well, yeah.” He gives a shrug, as if it’s not a big deal, but the way his muscles stiffen tells you he’d rather be anywhere but here right now, talking about this.

“You don’t have to talk about this, Bin-” Chan starts softly, shooting Jisung a warning look that practically screams head alpha.

Changbin waves him off, and Chan’s hackles visibly relax a little.

“He likes you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Changbin assures Jisung, throwing an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair with a large hand. “All of you. He’s just a little more cautious when it comes to showing it. With me, there’s the weird biological pull of moonmates or whatever, but with the rest of you, you just gotta be patient. But he likes you. He’s told me.” 

Jisung sighs, relaxing slightly at the alpha’s touch. “Fine. As long as there’s hope that one day we can fuck in your studio, I can live with that.” 

Changbin removes his arm so quickly from around the beta’s shoulders that it’s like he’s been burned. “Please don’t do that.” 

Jisung shoots him a wink. “No promises.” 

“Apparently he’s into degradation in bed if that makes you feel any better.” Hyunjin remarks offhandedly, picking at his salad with his fork. “You probably couldn’t handle that anyway.” 

Changbin chokes a little, glaring over Jisung’s head at the luna. “Hyun, you promised me when I told you that in confidence-” Changbin’s voice drops to a hiss. “-that you wouldn’t talk about it!” 

Hyunjin gives a slight shrug, glancing around at everyone’s stunned reactions. “What? There’s no secrets in the pack right?” 

Jisung’s jaw is on the floor. 

“He what?” 

“Oh my god.” Chan groans from down the table, fingers already kneading between his brows, staving off an oncoming headache. “This is not appropriate lunchroom conversation-” 

“Okay, okay.” You wave your hands. “You’re gonna give Chan an aneurysm. Let’s table the kink talk for a more private time and location, okay?” 

“Hah.” Jeongin snorts softly. “Table.” 

Minho elbows him hard. 

******

You’re watching Jisung practice something on his skateboard in front of the dorms-a kickflip maybe? You can’t remember what he called it-chin in hand, open textbook unread in your lap. 

“Shit.” Jisung swears as the skateboard clatters away from him once more, and he sighs, tucking it under his arm and coming to sit down beside you on the cold concrete of the steps. 

He bumps his shoulder into yours. “Why the long face?” 

You glance sidelong at him, wrinkling your nose slightly. “I don’t have a long face. I’m just thinking.” 

He arches a brow. “Okay, so what are you thinking so deeply about then?” 

You sigh, running a few fingers over the page of the textbook in your lap, considering for a brief moment. “I was thinking about Seungmin.” 

“Ah.” Jisung nods, tilting his head slightly. “What, about the fact that he’s into being called shit in bed? Because I for one did not see that coming.” 

“No!” You say a little too quickly, cheeks heating even despite the cool nip of the air. “No.” You repeat, a little more levelly this time. “Just-about how I relate, to what you said. I never really know how he feels about things.” 

Jisung leans back on his hands beside you, staring out at the campus for a moment. Finally, he says, “Yeah, he’s kind of a weird dude, huh? I mean, I know he’s into Changbin, but I don’t really know if he’s that into the whole idea of the pack.”

You glance sidelong at the beta sat beside you, and you note the way he bites his bottom lip, fingers drumming along the skateboard held in his lap. 

“I was kind of excited to have another beta around.” Jisung admits a little softly with a sigh, glancing down at the chipped orange paint that adorns his nails currently, courtesy of Hyunjin. “I dunno, until I moved to university, I never really spent a lot of time around others like me. And it’s nice, the dorms and the friends, but there’s something about having a potential packmate who just gets it that’s comforting, you know?” 

You nod, reaching out to put one of your gloved hands over his. “Yeah, I do. I know you’ve been through a lot, with the whole beta thing, and I was hopeful Seungmin could help you through some of the stuff you’re still dealing with.” 

Jisung gives you a slight smile, but it’s tight and doesn’t quite reach his large dark eyes. “I don’t even know if the guy likes me, noona, or if he just puts up with my company because of Changbin.” 

You sigh, glancing down at where your gloved fingers rest over Jisung’s chapped, red ones. “Well, at least he didn’t straight up tell you that he didn’t feel like that about you. That’s something.” 

Jisung snorts. “That’s because I didn’t ask like you did.” 

You swallow. “Yeah, well, I’m an idiot.” You huff out, glancing over at him and it’s your turn to give him the hint of a smile that doesn’t quite feel completely real or genuine. “I mean, I told him I loved him, and he didn’t say it back. So maybe his feelings really haven’t changed.” 

Jisung gives a slight shrug, and then knocks his shoulder into yours once more. The smell of detergent is strong in your nose, as if his beta is subconsciously trying to put out pheromones to soothe your obviously agitated alpha. 

“Hey. You said it yourself-the guy’s an enigma. We just gotta give him the time and space to figure it all out on his own.” 

You sigh, long and hard. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

Jisung leans his head on your shoulder, and you bury your nose into the soft knitted fabric of his beanie, breathing him in for a lingering moment. 

He squeezes your fingers. “If it’s any consolation, I said it back, remember? And it’s still true.” 

You give a little laugh at that, kissing the top of his head. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.” 

You squeeze his fingers back in return, and then nudge the round, reddened apple of his cheek with your shoulder with a slight hint of a smile. 

“Now c’mon, that kickflip of yours isn’t gonna learn itself.” 

******

“I dunno, maybe I’m pushing too hard. Putting expectations on everyone that are unrealistic.” 

Yeosang glances over at you, breaths coming in harsh little pants in the cold morning air, his hands on his hips as he walks a few loose circles around where you stretch. 

“Betas are tricky. When Mingi joined the pack, I swear to god, the hyungs almost drove themselves crazy trying to figure out what he was thinking.” 

He drops down beside you on the sidewalk, leaning over to stretch out one long arm along the line of his leg, before he switches to the other side effortlessly. 

He’s barely panting from our run, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat in the early morning rays of weak sunlight. 

You blow out a breath, leaning your head back slightly to stare at the sky. “Jisung is losing his mind. He had this whole grand vision of what having another beta in the pack would mean, and Seungmin’s just-” You hesitate, considering for a moment, before you sigh again. “-not that.” 

Yeosang’s gaze flicks over to me, and he makes a little sound of understanding under his breath. “Mm. Yeah, when we all study together, I can tell the kid’s a little harder to read than most. Even for a beta.” He shifts, coming to his feet again as he rolls his ankles a little, then his arms and his neck, glancing down at me. “But he seems nice. And he seems to be into Changbin, so that’s a plus.” 

“That’s the thing though-” You admit, standing up too now, rolling your shoulders for a moment, before you tuck your earbuds back into your pocket. “-he likes Changbin, but does he like the rest of us?” 

Yeosang moves to stand in front of you , reaching up to push some loose strands of hair back from your jaw with a long finger, chilled from the morning air. He gives you a slight smile. “Wolves aren’t solitary creatures, babe. You know that. And with how smart Seungmin is-and how obsessed with biology-he knows that too. Just give him some time to warm up. It’s probably overwhelming, especially for a seemingly solitary guy like him.” 

You groan. “Fuck, you’re right, but do you have to be?” 

Yeosang chuckles at that, moving to bump his shoulder into yours as you turn to follow the sidewalk back toward campus and the bus stop. 

“Yes. It’s one of my many talents.” 

You arch a brow at him. “Being right?” 

Yeosang grins. “Never being wrong.” 

You roll your eyes and elbow him in the side. “They’re the same thing, idiot.” 

He laughs in response. “Trust me, they’re really not.” You walk in silence for a few moments, shoes scuffing the concrete, hands tucked into the pockets of your jackets, and then Yeosang asks, “Have you tried talking to him about all of this?” 

You scoff a little, shaking your head. “No, because what the hell am I supposed to say?” You move to walk in front of him, taking backward steps as you face him, pitching your voice into something akin to a fake version of your own. “‘Hey, Seungmin, weird question, but like, are you into us? Also, just wondering, but have your feelings changed about me? Oh, and Jisung would really like to fuck you, but he’s nervous you don’t even really like him, and by the way, Changbin totally told everyone you like to be degraded in bed.’” 

Yeosang’s eyes widen at that last part, his mouth dropping open slightly. “Wait, really?” 

You wave him off. “Yeah, well, technically Changbin told Hyunjin, who told everyone else, but that’s beside the point.” 

Yeosang whistles beneath his breath as we continue to walk. “Shit. Okay. Didn’t see that one coming, but good for him.” 

His tone is laced with slight surprise still, but mostly just open admiration and appreciation. 

You pull your phone from your pocket and glance at the time, groaning slightly. “Fuck. I have to go. I’m late for a lab and then I have a study session at the lib.” 

Yeosang arches a brow at that, a slight smirk coming to his full lips. “Oh, with you know who?” 

You stare him down, expression and voice deadpan. “No, I am not meeting Voldemort, The Dark Lord, for a study session, Sang. That’s just stupid.” 

Yeosang rolls his dark eyes, reaching out to shove you, but you dodge the halfhearted attack easily. 

“I’m talking about a certain beta.” 

“I know that.” You retort back, rolling your own eyes now. “Besides, even if Voldemort went here, he’d never be in the sciences department. Probably like arts and humanities or something.” 

“Or dance.” Yeosang points out thoughtfully. 

His suddenly wide eyed gaze meets your own, his mouth in a small ‘o.’

“Minho.” You both say together. 

Yeosang grins as you both laugh, reaching the bus stop. He bumps his shoulder into yours once more affectionately, as you separate to take different buses. 

“Good luck with your study session, babe.” He points a stern finger in your direction. “Talk to him.” 

You roll your eyes and wave him off. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll consider it. Say hi to Voldie for me when you pick up Hwa, will you?” 

Yeosang’s grin widens as he gives you a little salute. “Will do.” 

*****

“You’re staring again.” Seungmin comments without looking up from the page he’s working on, his pencil scratching rhythmically in the quiet of the library. 

You clear your throat, dropping your eyes back to your own textbook. “What? No, I’m not-” 

Seungmin sighs, shutting his notebook, and pushes his glasses up on top of his head as he angles to face you, expression unreadable. 

“All right. Out with it.” 

You’re taken off guard, glancing up at him in a slight panic, like a deer caught in headlights, eyes going wide as your mouth opens and closes a few times before you finally manage to choke out, “Out with what? I’m good. Fine even.” 

Seungmin snorts at that. “You haven’t stopped rereading that same page for the last half an hour. And I’m pretty sure you’ve been studying me more than anything else.” 

“Plus your scent is all wacked out.” He says with a slight wrinkle of his nose. “Even my limited faculties can tell that much.” 

You sigh, glancing down at the open book in your lap before you close it and set it aside, tapping your pen along the table for a brief moment as you consider how to word what you want to say. 

Finally, you get out softly, “Jisung is worried.” 

Seungmin’s brow ticks up a bit at that. “About me?” 

You give a slight shrug, not really looking at him, gaze on the pen flicking between your fingers. “I guess? He’s just worried because he doesn’t really know how you feel-” You glance at him then, and then away again. “-none of us do.” 

The eyebrow goes up another notch. “How I feel? About what?” 

You sigh, a slight sound of frustration now. “About everything? About him, about us, about the pack, about-” I throw a hand out. “-all of it.” 

You tap the pen down a little harder than necessary to punctuate the end of your sentence. “In case you haven’t noticed-” You point out in a mutter beneath your breath. “-you’re not the easiest guy to get a read on.” 

There is brief silence for a moment, and then Seungmin admits quietly, “Yeah, I know.” 

You flick your gaze up to his then, and see a hint of vulnerability in the depths of his dark eyes before he reaches up and scrubs across his face with the palm of his hand. 

“Look, (Y/N)-” He says on a sigh, and you tense up, preparing yourself for what he’s about to say next. Judging by the slight hint of burnt bitterness that now mars his orangey citrus scent, it’s probably not going to be what you want to hear.

Great, can’t wait to break the news to Jisung that the only other beta in the pack doesn’t even wanna be here. 

Seungmin smooths his palms on the table in front of him, staring at the pages of notes scrawled in his messy handwriting. “I know there are expectations. I knew that coming in. I know Jisung has expectations especially, and from what he’s told me about his past and how his parents wanted an alpha for a son, and all the struggles he went through as a beta to try and fit in, I don’t blame him. But I-” 

Seungmin gives a little shake of his head, and his gaze meets yours once more, lips pulled into the hint of a thin line. “I never went through anything like that. I was a beta, born into a family happy to be betas, and I never even thought twice about it. Never felt like I was somehow lacking, or less than, because it was all just biology. Nothing more. So I don’t really know how to-” He hesitates, seeming to struggle with his thoughts for a moment. 

“-relate.” You finish for him softly, and he gives a slight jerk of a nod. 

“Yeah.” He agrees. “But I’ve found I’ve had that problem all my life, not just with Jisung, not just with this, with everything.” He gives a tiny shake of his head, and a humorless sardonic smile curves his lips in the slightest way. “I don’t know how to relate to people. I never have. Maybe I’m missing some integral part of my own biology, because I know better than anyone that wolves are not loners, they’re pack oriented, but I’ve always always preferred to be alone. A lone wolf, I guess you’d say.” 

You study him for a moment and then you say softly, “There’s nothing wrong with that, Seungmin.” He heaves a sigh and leans back, staring up at the ceiling above us. “I guess not, but I guess, what I’m trying to say is-” He glances at you, expression going flat. “-I don’t know how to let you all in to understand me, if I don’t even understand myself.” 

Before you can second guess yourself, you reach out and cover one of his hands on the table with your own. “Hey.” When he looks at you, you give him the hint of a smile. “We’re all figuring this shit out, just the way you are.” 

He blows out a breath through his nose, almost like a sardonic sort of laugh. “Yeah? Well, you guys seem to have shit pretty figured out from my viewpoint.” 

You shake your head. “We don’t, trust me.” Your lips curve slightly as you stare at him, holding his gaze. “We’re a mess, we’re just pretty good at hiding it. Well, most of the time.” 

Seungmin stares at you for a long, silent moment. 

“I want to be what Jisung needs.” He finally admits, so softly it’s almost just a breath. “I want to be what Changbin wants. I want to be-” He blows another harsh breath out through his nose and drops your gaze. “-pack, but I’m just not sure where to begin. This is all new territory for me, and while I’m all about new discoveries in the scientific fields, my personal life is another matter entirely.” 

You give a little laugh at that, and note that he hasn’t pulled his hand back from your touch yet. 

That’s a good sign. 

“You don’t have to have it all figured out today. Just one step at a time.” You encourage softly, leaning down so you can meet his ducked gaze. “You can do that, right?” 

Seungmin sighs, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, I can do that.” 

“Good.” You sit back and blow out a breath, glancing down at your study materials spread out before you. “Now I don’t know about you, but I can’t study anymore tonight or I might go blind.” 

Seungmin nods, surprisingly, and begins to pack up his materials. 

After another brief moment of silence, he asks suddenly, “What about you?” 

You shove another handful of pens and papers into your backpack without looking up. “What about me?” 

Seungmin makes a noise that clearly signifies he thinks you’re being obtuse on purpose, and you can feel his annoyed stare burning holes in the side of your head. 

“You know, don’t you wanna know how I feel about you? Now that I’ve had some time?” 

You freeze, swallowing, and then force yourself to resume your previous activities of packing up and getting ready to leave. 

“I mean, not really. I figure you’ll tell me that when you’re ready.” 

Lies. 

You wanna know so bad it’s driving yourself and your wolf crazy. 

You busy yourself with lining up your highlighters back in their designated case, just so your antsy fingers have something to do. 

“You know-” Seungmin states suddenly, voice even, tone neutral. “For a long time, I thought I was asexual.” Your eyes jerk up in surprise to meet his own, lips parting slightly. 

“You don’t have to-” 

He waves you off, pulling his glasses off his head and carefully folding them to stow in their case as he talks. 

“No, it’s fine. I want to.” He glances to you then, a slight smile curving his lips. “I’m supposed to be pushing myself right? Opening up so you can get to know me better?” 

You swallow and give a slight nod. 

“You know, the whole lone wolf thing from before? I didn’t really ever feel the need to be involved with anyone like that. Didn’t think I needed it, felt complete without it. And then-” He sighs, and a slight flicker of annoyance crosses his pretty features. “I met Changbin.” 

“Changbin.” You breathe in slight agreement, and your lips twitch upward a little at the other alpha’s name. “Yeah, he tends to have that effect on people.” 

“Mm.” Seungmin nods in slight agreement. “So then, I thought, well, maybe it’s just biology, but maybe I don’t really want to be alone, not quite like that. But then I think-” He considers you for a long moment. “-I met you, and we became friends, and I liked your company, but then you asked me if I could ever like you like I liked Changbin.” You cringe slightly at that. “Oh god, can we just pretend that conversation never happened?” 

“No.” Seungmin responds back immediately. He arches a brow. “It made me think you know. About myself. About what I wanted. It was good for me.” 

“Glad to help.” You mumble back, your cheeks flushed slightly in an irritated sort of hot feeling blush. 

“I considered that maybe, after you asked me that, that I was just into guys.” Seungmin admits in a softer sort of voice, but still matter of factly. 

“Oh, so it’s my gender, got it.” You retort back, avoiding his gaze. 

“No.” He shakes his head at that. “I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t really care about gender, not in the long run of things. I think I’m more into people themselves, their personalities, and how they handle mine.” “Great, so it’s just my personality then.” You blurt out, throwing out your hands now. 

“No.” Seungmin repeats a little bit more firmly, sharper. “You’re not listening to me.” 

You give a little sharp laugh at that. “It’s really fucking hard to listen to you when we’ve been studying shit that turns my brain to mush for the last four hours.” 

Seungmin’s hand covers your own, and you freeze, gaze flicking to him, mouth slightly agape, words instantly dying off. 

“I-” He says firmly, taking in a sort of shaky breath, his fingers still resting a little bit awkwardly on top of your own. “-like you. You, (Y/N). I like the way you make me feel accepted, I like that you listen to my ramblings about scientific findings, I like that you don’t push me to go further than I’m comfortable, and I like that we started as friends first, and you’ve given me time and patience to explore where this could potentially go. At my own pace.” 

You stare at him for another beat and then, “I’m sorry. If what I said in the shower made you uncomfortable.” 

His lips curve slightly at that, his nose wrinkling with the hint of a smile. “It didn’t. In fact, it kind of surprised me that I liked hearing it. Just-” He blows out a breath. “-give me some time to figure out my shit okay?” 

You nod, curling your fingers around his own. “Yeah, I can do that.” 

Seungmin nods, and removing his hand from yours, begins to move to pack away the rest of his things. “Now c’mon, I promised Jisung we’d be in time to watch a movie with him.” 

You grin, standing up and slinging your backpack over your shoulder. “It’s gonna be one of those cheesy action flicks he loves, you know that right?” 

Seungmin sighs, but his voice is filled with affectionate amusement. “Yeah, I know.” He glances at you with a lift of his brow. “But anything for our boy, right?” 

You grin back at him, knocking your arm into his as you walk. “Anything for our boy.” 

As you walk down the stairs that lead out of the library, shoulder to shoulder, he slides his hand into yours. 

[whalesforhands]

what’s yours is mine (12/?)

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pairing: geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru

You don’t know a lot of things, and you readily admit that. What you do know, is that the friends you’ve made aren’t something you will ever regret. Until your physical body weakens and becomes nothing, you’re more than happy to give your all until you wither away.

What’s yours can be theirs, too. They’re your friends, after-all. (Omegaverse AU)

“The plan goes this way—“ Suguru’s finger taps against the wrapping paper upon your brand new desk, smoothing against the surface Mama had skillfully wrapped over it to somehow, in her own words;

“Makes the surface last longer.”

(You kinda get it. It keeps it looking ‘new’, you know? Who doesn’t like new things?

Wait— You think you were supposed to be listening.)

Your shoulder brushes against Geto’s as you stare on thoughtfully, even when pressed this close against him, even when repeating his words over and over again inside your little head and even as your heart starts beating a little too fast for your own liking.

(Getting nerves right before the start of this impromptu mission is never good. Being afraid is never good.)

“Are you okay?”

You snap out momentarily to hear a voice close to your ear, his breath cool from the melting bowl of ice cream nearby as his fingers graze over your own, purple eyes alight with a gentle worry.

“I-“ You don’t really know. “I’m good.”

Just nervous, you guess. He needs to continue talking so that you have this plan memorized to a T. Needs to keep talking so that your brain stops running all over the place.

“Say something if you get lost, okay?”

If. If? If… So many ‘ifs’ could happen. Too many for you to relax, too many for you to panic about and far too much for you to suck it up and go in blind.

“Since Mijou-san’s home isn’t too far from where Satoru and I will be hiding, we should be able to keep track of you even when you’re inside.” A finger points at the crudely drawn image of a girl, her home an even more scrawled out looking box with purple crayon streaks jutting out to represent the cursed energy activity.

“And then all ya gotta do is get in there and exorcise it!” A snowy head pokes itself inbetween the shoulders that were pressed against each other, his chin settling on them as you hear Suguru click his tongue just as an arm winds around your own.

“It’ll be,” His hand slams confidently down against the table, shaking it with its sheer triumph. “Your 1st ever unofficial mission!”

(You can even see the small fangs peeking out whenever he grins. Looks like being an Alpha didn’t come with accelerated puberty, even if he was the Gojo Satoru.

You’re happy he at least remains cute. At least that’s not an ‘if’.)

“Shouldn’t we be— Um, telling Kimiko-san?” Because she is literally the only trusted adult you know who will actually make sense of the Jujutsu system and… Exorcism.

(You’re not nervous, you swear you’re not.)

Suguru perks up. “I did think about it and— Mmf!“

“Nope!” Gojo Satoru even leans into you, his hand pressed backwards and muffling poor Suguru’s face as Satoru’s nose nearly brushing against your own from his close proximity. “Suguru’s last plan sucks!”

He stares you down with those far too familiar, far too unblinking eyes of his. “I scoped out the area after ya told me about it, and the cursed energy was like—“

His index and thumb squish together, leaving a minuscule space barely even caught by your now squinted eyes, before it teasingly reaches out to tap against your nose.

“Satoru, if you would just let me talk, you dam—“

“Thissss much! So y’er good cause it’s obviously small fry anyway!” Because no way will the likes of that annoying girl have any sort of major curse.

You stare into his eyes. Blink once, twice. Maybe thrice. And maybe, it’s the way Gojo Satoru looked so excitable, looked so confident that has you tottering over your mind.

(Because you don’t really think you believe in yourself.)

“But…” You take another breath in as you pat his cheek. “What if I fail?”

Like that time with that quiz you thought you would pass; studying all night only to barely even be able to understand next day’s questions. Or maybe even that time where you thought playing volleyball was going to be a piece of cake—

“Pahh! That second time was cause ya weren’t good enou—“

Before a fist unceremoniously lands upon your cute friend’s head, bonking him and making his knees buckle and crash to the soft carpeted ground of your living room.

“Ow!” It didn’t exactly do much damage. “What gives, dummy?! Ya didn’t have to hit so hard!”

“You need to stop watching your words, Satoru.” Suguru’s brows are furrowed and irritated, eyes narrowed and turned into a glare. “I told you so many times.”

“What?! (name) doesn’t mind!” And he’s grappling onto your legs from the floor, his arms wrapped around them in a hug as you nearly stumble— Barely catching yourself by using his fluffy head of hair for balance.

You think you can hear them arguing. Think you can feel your heart racing as you stare into space. And definitely think you might have a chance to finish up the remaining ice cream since they’re so preoccupied with arguing.

You hope it goes exactly as planned.

——

“Oh… It’s just you?” Mijou Kana looks almost disappointed when you arrive at her gate, dressed in your most formal-casual-smart-appropriately cute outfit that you had mulled over for far too long before arriving here.

Who doesn’t want to make a good impression? Especially when you’re at another person’s house for the very first time.

“Why’re ya even takin’ so long to decide?” Gojo Satoru is thoroughly unamused as you comb through the clothes in your closet, his feet kicked up in the air as he lays on your hastily rolled out futon, his hair slightly damp from taking a shower and his eyes glaring at your form.

(You’re starting to think he’s treating your home as his own now.)

“Ya don’t even dress up ta see me or Suguru.” He’s frowning, pouting and every word that can describe his face in one emotion; Annoyed.

(You’ve seen how many ‘guests’ have hurriedly patted down their hair, dusted off their expensive clothes and powder their noses with exquisite looking makeup on the rare occasion that you visit the Gojo household.

He turned them all away anyway. That must mean that Satoru prefers casual clothing more than anything, right? You’ll make sure to try to whisper it to one of them next time.)

“Because you already like me, right?” You don’t need to impress him, you think. It’s said soft enough to carry over to his ears, in a tone so delicate and sweet—

All because that was how you always talked to him.

So you turn, a plain looking shirt in your hands as you show it off to him. This should be considered ‘nice’ to him, right? It isn’t exactly what you had in mind, but having his approval would definitely help build confidence.

“What about this one—“

You can’t see him. Not when he has already hurriedly pulled your soft blankets over his head, your eyes catching a glimpse of red just before he had fully taken refuge inside as it twitches.

Looks like you won’t be getting an answer.

“You tried inviting the others, right?” She’s slightly pensive, a bit rushed in her words; and definitely looked agitated. Like she was expecting more of you, like you disappointed her.

(Technically, they are here. Not so far away and watching you intently.)

“Mhm. Satoru had…” You take a deep breath in. “A violin… Competition. Shoko didn’t feel like coming and Suguru hates yo— Going into new neighborhoods because his mother thinks they’re bad luck.”

(Lying isn’t exactly your strongest forte.)

“Oh.” Her eyes look off into the side, briefly flashing onto the ground and back onto you. Even as her gaze pinned onto you— It didn’t feel like she was quite looking at you at all. “I see.”

Mijou Kana was always quite the strange girl to you. Always so friendly, so generous with her smiles… Yet she always feels so far away. You never really could tell what she was thinking about.

Do you regard her as a friend? No— Not really.

Do you think she’s a nice girl? Definitely.

Do you want to help her with the curse? Yes. Of course.

(That’s why you’re here, aren’t you?)

The outside of her kind of big home is nice, you think. All pretty and tidy and new looking, metal fences coated with a perfect shine, the paint on the house perfect— Not at all chipping. So picturesque, so pretty.

What a nice place she lives in.

But the inside was plainer, more rough. As if all the budget had gone into maintaining the outward appearance of this mini mansion— And totally foregoing the interior.

(Not exactly cozy, but it’s still very nice. Satoru would probably call this poverty, though.)

“Kana.” Her tone is rough when it calls for Mijou’s first name, throaty and coughed out as if it was raw and hoarse. As if she had had something terrible for her voice not too long ago—

“Who is that?”

(Cigarettes smell bad. Your Papa smells like this too.)

“M-Mother, I told you we had a guest today…” You hear something clink as the woman stumbles over herself, the neck of a bottle clenched tightly in her hand— As it clangs against the wall, just shy of breaking as you blink in confusion.

(Certainly. This isn’t right etiquette for having guests over, you’re pretty sure. Saya-chan would rank this pretty high on an ‘inappropriate’ tier list.)

It doesn’t shatter, but that wasn’t what caught your attention. No, not at all. Past the bottles of empty wine bottles and aluminum beer cans, past the shadowy interior and dimly lit hallways—

Cursed energy pools.

“I made a friend, Mother. Just like you asked—“ She drags you closer, pulling you by the sleeve and presenting you, yet her body was positioned behind— And almost as if she was using you as a physical shield.

You felt it before you even saw it. You’re no Gojo Satoru, not even a lick close to the amount of sheer talent Geto Suguru has— But Satoru was right about the amount.

(Maybe only a little bit off? It feels like it’s increasing.)

You blink. Your fingers twitch and your heart quivers. That’s a human, right? Mijou Kana was confirmed to be unable to see them, unable to wield cursed energy. So—

What exactly are you looking at right now?

No curse, no grotesque creature slithering around her mother, no looming shadow on the ground the hovered near.

No physical form.

Therefore, it was not something you can exorcise— Not without getting rid of the source. Not without harming the humans you were meant to protect.

Because it was simply… Her. Dark energy emanates from the woman herself, brimming and overflowing as you take in her drunken and haggard appearance.

(You can’t even see her face anymore— So darkened by her own aura that it hid her human form.)

It’s scary. Daunting. Heavy. It makes you feel helpless, makes you feel scared.

You know how curses are made. Stemming from the negative emotions of humans, taking form from the accumulation of hate, of regret and disgust and animosity.

Curses are the bad ones. Curses are the ones that bring humans sadness and grief.

(So getting rid of the Curses means helping the Humans, right?)

“But she’s not any of the ones I told you about, right?” She looks annoyed, gruff and— Scary. So overcome by the shadows of her cursed energy as it swallows her and makes your eyes swirl. “So uneducated that she can’t even greet me properly.”

(How exactly do you exorcise this?)

“N-no, but she’s—“

“Tell your little,” Her stare pins onto you, lips curled into a sneer that you can’t see as if to mock your very existence. “Friend to prattle along if they’re already done.” Her stance was clumsy and sloppy, as if her feet were walking in the same direction— At the same time.

“We don’t need other poor vermin in this house.” It’s spat out. So vile, mean, rude and goes against everything that you thought mothers were.

She’s so cruel.

She stumbles again, her arm gruffly pushing past your shoulder as your own cursed energy responds in tandem, sparking against the area she had brushed just as she yells—

Skin on skin contact. Trying to exorcise her energy… Would just harm her.

“Fuck!” And she shoots her eyes towards you, glaring deeply as she loses her grip on the glass bottle. “Fucking brats…”

It shatters, yet she pays no attention— Stumbling up the stairs and off to her bedroom.

“Make sure to clean that up, Kana!”

“…yes, Mother.” She’s despondent, staring at her feet and the worn out rug beneath her— Trailing slightly to the broken pieces of glass that she is now responsible for as you spot her hands unclench and her shoulders sagging downwards.

“I guess you weren’t enough at all.” It’s muttered quietly, said so softly that you barely even catch it.

(Oh. You suppose you weren’t any help.)

Awkward silence swallows you both whole. Just the slight crinkling of glass against the wooden floors, and Mijou-san clearing her throat.

“Do you… Still want to stay, (last name)-chan?” There’s a smile so stiff on her face, her eyes upturned into tight squints that told— Begged you to say no.

Mijou Kana was a strange girl, after all— Someone that never let her true intentions show through her words. Yet, you think you kinda get what Suguru means when he says that she’s;

“Trying too hard to hide something too evident.”

(It must be painful. Why can’t she just be honest?)

“No—“ Don’t hesitate. “No, thank you. I forgot I had homework to do.”

“Oh right!” She claps her hands together, beaming that empty, empty smile that never seemed the way it looked. “The one Futari-sensei gave right? I thought I reminded you about that!”

(She didn’t.)

“Yea.” It’s better to just agree.

And as she walks you to the door, you can only think about how curses aren’t the only bad things in the world. Your eyes look back, following the thin slither of shadows up the staircase as you blink.

(You feel… Bad.)

You hope that energy manifests a physical curse. Something that you can exorcise, something that you can get rid of.

(You can’t let her live forever like that.)

Yet, as Mijou Kana waves you goodbye with that smile of hers and shuts the door just as you turn around; You just can’t help but feel that some people are simply miserable because they can’t help it.

(Mission failure.)

——

You’re 14 when you’re wiping down the blackboard, specks of chalk dust falling onto your hair and your slight coughs into the mask you were donning— At least you’re almost done.

It’s unfortunate that Mijou decided to skip out on cleaning duty. It must’ve affected her too much.

“It’s cute, isn’t it, Ieiri-san?” The keychain jingles as the girl awkwardly tries to keep conversation with the infamous Ieiri Shoko.

(Infamous for her looks! The pretty, blank-faced and blunt Ieiri Shoko! A simple remark from her would possibly end with you collapsing to your knees—)

“Could you,” A flick of her hair back as autumn-brown eyes dismiss the girl with an emotion you can’t quite explain, a blank, empty look in her eyes as she removes her lollipop. “Stop talking to me?”

It must’ve been quite the blow to poor Mijou-san. You pat your own hair, trying to shake off chalk dust and any remnants of dirt that had gotten onto you.

It’s not easy trying to accomplish a 2 person job with only half the manpower.

“Do you need help?” Your ears perk up just as you nearly trip over yourself from holding the too heavy bucket—

Geto Suguru.

“I just got back from the temple.” His hand brushes over his ears, tapping lightly against the black gauge earrings and tucking a stray strand of his hair back as he smiles.

You stare. Maybe for a bit too long, your eyes concentrated on the way he just looked so, so pretty— Before your sight gets covered by his hand waving over your eyes.

“Thank you.” It’s said with a prettier chuckle, amused and with a blush so pleasant upon his skin.

(You think you’re going to embarrass yourself one day. Curse your mouth that runs without you noticing.)

You don’t even notice that he’s already gotten hold of your wrist, slipping a simple black string bracelet around it as

“The school allows simple accessories,” His touch lingers, warm and gentle against you as his purple eyes trail upwards. “We don’t have to worry about getting in trouble.”

Oh.

“I don’t think I’m that plain.” You pout, obviously disheartened by the implication and letting the very obvious simply fly over your head. “Shoko thinks—“

And Suguru only laughs. Wholeheartedly. Cutely.

“I think you’re pretty with or without accessories.” A pat to your head. “But because I gave this one to you,” A tap against your wrist.

“You’re extra pretty.” And a smile to soothe your heart.

Always so charming, always so— It makes him not want to say it. As expected of Geto Suguru, much to a certain person’s chagrin. Because it’s impossible for someone to be that appealing, right? It’s too pretentious, too— Full of shit.

“Hmph.” And Gojo Satoru looks dissatisfied, his cheeks stuffed to the brim with sweet, sticky red bean mochi as he chews.

Angrily.

He shouldn’t be, you know? A similar bracelet sits on his own wrist, a version that exactly matched yours. If he placed them together they’d be identical, would be the perfect pair that matched the studs on Suguru’s ears. Yet, even as he watches the both of you in front of him, busily writing away and studying…

Why does he feel like he’s lost somehow?

Was it the way you always look so fond of the little trinket? He’s bought you entire clothes before, you know? He doesn’t see you ogle them like crazy, doesn’t see you give him anything more of a—

“It looks nice today too, right, Satoru?” With your attentive eyes waiting on him to say something, say anything at all whilst dressed in the plainest, most boring thing he’s ever seen in his life.

He thinks you can’t be serious, as cute as you do look, that he needs to get Kimi-chan to get you prettier things, that you seriously have something wrong with your hea—

“Ya look okay.”

“(name),” His elbow is now on the coffee table, his hand propping his chin up as his stare pins onto you specifically. “Fix my hair.”

And you do so— Without even looking up from the passage you were trying to read, the wrist donning Suguru’s gift reaching towards Satoru— Before it’s grabbed out of the air and the sound of a metal clasp takes you by surprise.

A new bracelet. Shiny, compact, surprisingly extremely light— And very expensive looking.

“Hmph.” It’s satisfied, smug. As if he’s seen something that couldn’t get any better than this as he makes hasty final adjustments, throwing your wrist about as you’re unceremoniously tugged forward unwillingly.

“Wha—?” You haven’t exactly processed everything yet.

A hum, an annoyed, almost exasperated sigh from a certain black-haired friend as he pauses to watch the situation and Gojo Satoru’s triumphant words.

“Mine definitely looks better, right, Suguru?”

——

“Mama,” Your hands stop peeling the potatoes, its brown skin brushing against your arm as you stare blankly at it. “What’s your type?”

And she pauses. Just for a moment, just for that tiny little bit.

“Someone who can peel the potatoes evenly.” There’s even a small giggle tacked on at the end of it, as if she couldn’t hold the same monotone throughout the entirety of the sentence.

And you blush— Embarrassed. It’s not everyday that your own Mama makes fun of your potato peeling.

(And…! To be fair this was a new potato peeler! The tools of the future certainly seek to hinder your progress— As Saya-chan says, over engineering will only lead to more stress.)

“But to answer you,” A thoughtless hum as she gently continues to chop up the mushrooms. “I have no preference.”

It’s only the next line that gets you thinking.

“Humans are all… Different, after all.” So nonchalant, so passive. If it were any other person, they’d do a double take. If it were any other person, they’d be confused; especially with that odd tone of voice.

(But you’re you.)

“Then I think you’re the best one.” She’s gotta be, right? Who else would take the mantle if not her?

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

So basically, from this conversation… She wouldn’t approve of anyone you’d bring home.

(“My ideal type?” Ito Saya has her hands gingerly placed on her cheek, a thoughtful look on her face before she lets a sweet smile take over, coupled with a cute laugh to boot.

“Somebody my mother likes!”)

Saya-chan and dating. 2 words you’d never thought you would ever live to hear. She’s your idol, your bias, your one and only— Could you really handle her giving all her cute fanservice to someone else?

“Then… What kind of person would you want me to date, Mama?” It’s rhetorical. It’s not like you have anyone in mind, lest Saya-chan came to your home and gave you the privilege of proposing to her.

But it’d be interesting to know. Just because. It’s definitely not because Mijou-san asked. Not at all.

(“You don’t even have a type, (last name)-chan?” Her eyes still have that same faraway look, her face in that neutral, almost blank smile that you’ve come to get so used to.

“You’re kinda boring. Don’t you ever have your own opinion?”)

There’s no hesitation this time in your Mama’s reply, no other words needed— As if she had had already came prepared long before you even thought about it.

“Someone sincere.”

“What does that even mean?” You’re both 15 when Ieiri Shoko is laying back on your futon, all regards for the ‘proper, ladylike’ image gone without a trace as her shirt flips up and her shorts ride up her hips.

Summer is hot, after all.

“Maybe someone like Saya-chan’s boyfriend?” You’re lying next to her, sweaty hands lazily entangled with each other as you stare up at the ceiling.

(“Isn’t she in some dating scandal right now?”

“She doesn’t deserve it…! My Saya-chan deserves to date and marry whoever she wants to find happiness!”)

There’s a silence in-between the both of you. It’s not uncomfortable, it’s not awkward. It’s just there because the both of you allow it. A chime of your brand new phone breaks it, disrupts that thin barrier of laziness that overtook your laziness as you reach for it.

“Is it Geto?” And she knows simply because she has never seen you text or call anyone other than 4 specific people; inclusive of herself.

“Mhm. Suguru wants to come over.”

She stays silent, not even moving to adjust her clothes as she lets the breeze of your fan flow through her hair.

“Tell him to bring ice cream if he wants to.” She can just imagine the boy spotting your slightly open window, watching as your curtains shifted ever so slightly in the summer breeze. A thought would probably pass through him, 1 that would make him pick up his cellphone, his eyes never leaving that ajar window.

“Ah— But you already made Satoru buy them.” She did. It was cheeky, was just a surefire way for her to get something out of him.

(Because if he even wanted an invite to hang out with you on the day she had personally ‘reserved’, he better listen close and listen well.)

“Make ‘em bring extra.” She pushes herself up slightly. “It’s gonna be tax for daring to disturb us.”

That makes enough sense, you think. A whole lot of sense, and not because this sweltering weather is making you crave too many cold things.

“Oi.” Not too long passes when he’s already made his way in, not at all mindful of manners as your door opens to reveal— A not at all sweating Gojo Satoru.

(Infinity, he says. Must be nice to have free sunscreen and UV light reflector. Your Mama would love that.)

His socked feet pad against your floor, stopping just shy of the futon he’s all too familiar with as the plastic bag he carried rustling with its familiar contents.

“I didn’t know what Shoko liked so I just bought whatever.” Maybe it’s the 1st time you notice just how tall he’s gotten in these short years. Especially when he’s towering over you, crossing his arms and watching you intently— As if he was expecting you to say something.

(…did you do something wrong?)

“Satoru.” There’s a smile on your face, saying his name with that familiar softness. There’s a quaint, polite look in your eye and an innocent tilt of your head. “Did you buy your favourite too?”

(You’re kind of craving that super deluxe, ultra premium choco-vanilla-strawberry swirl.)

And he frowns. Quickly. Immediately. As if it soured his whole mood and as if he hated your response.

“Is that all I get after going through all that trouble?” He’s huffing, before plopping down onto your soft floor before you, crossing his legs and grumbling, his posture slouched over and his lips in a pout.

Ah.

So your hand reaches up, gently brushing away locks of pure, snowy white as you press the back of your hand against soft— Pleasantly non-sweaty skin.

(His skin is so nice.)

“It must’ve been hot, right?” You hope he didn’t get heatstroke. Not that he even could, but it didn’t hurt to check.

And blue eyes just stay extremely locked onto you. A sound caught in his throat that makes you worry slightly just as you’re about to pull back.

“It was!” His ears are reddening as you nod along, listening intently as you use your hand to fan his face.

(It really must be hot outside. He’s burning up.)

“It was soooooo hot out there!” His cheeks can’t help but heat up as you continue to brush back locks of white— All in cute efforts to let him cool off more.

(Does he need a fever patch? It’s quite worrying to see him like this.)

“I could barely even stand it, ya know?” He’s hoping you pick up an ice cream bar and feed it to hi—

“Are you both done flirting yet?” Ieiri Shoko is thoroughly unimpressed as she bites off another chunk of the GariGari-kun. It’s only slightly chilly, only that little bit biting. Yet, if you were to ask her;

She’s only slightly bothered by it.

“The ice cream’s melting.”

And when Geto Suguru’s knocking on your bedroom door, his head politely poking in— He’s only met with one prodding question.

“Oiiii! Suguru!” An arm wraps around his shoulder, pressing all of its weight onto him as it threatened to drag him down to your bedroom floor— To have a face full of your carpet, that is.

“What’s your type?”

And there’s only a twitch of his hand, his smile barely staying on his face before Gojo’s hand was grabbed, barely even activating Infinity in time before the entirety of his body was flipped over Geto’s shoulder and onto the floor.

(“Cheater.”

“More like y’er too slow.”)

So he finds himself here. On your floor, sitting just in front of you as you pull at his face and awe at his fangs. Your fingers are poking around at the sharp objects, and his cheek twitches from soreness.

You really need to stop asking for things with your pleading eyes. It’s hard for him to deny them.

“And you’ve grown really tall, too…” Your hand pokes at his hard arm. “Did Kimi-chan give you both some sort of cursed energy imbued potion to make you both so big?”

“If she did, we’d give both you and Shoko some,” There’s even a gruff huff as Satoru rolls his head onto your shoulder. “Ya both need it real bad.”

(“Saya-chan’s boyfriend is pretty big and tall, too… Do I need to drink more milk?”

“Ah. Isn’t the guy she’s dating some sort of athlete?” Suguru’s words kind of sting when they interrupt your train of thought.

Tall. Big. An outstanding athlete.

You’ve lost.)

“I’ll never be able to date Saya-chan…”

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The smell kept him coming back.

In his life, Harry had been to a quite a few bakeries. He could be considered an expert on fudge brownies, a specialist on cupcakes and the swirls of icing, a connoisseur of croissants. He treated himself a bit too often, if his mother had anything to say with it. His sweet tooth had always been prevalent in his life.

The new bakery down the road from his job, though? That had made him a true problem.

Every day before work, he stopped. Suit and all, pulling into the parking lot and nearly drooling the moment he got out. His feet carried him towards the door and the smell hit him immediately. Sweet buttercream, frothy vanilla, spiced cinnamon, and… something else. That something else that had him nearly vibrating, and now on a mission to have the whole menu to figure out just what the hell that scent was.

It was intoxicating. Mesmerizing. If Harry didn’t have work, he would spend hours just sitting here to smell it. It had a weird hold on him, and he didn’t quite know how to ask if it was an air freshener. That was unlikely for anywhere but restrooms anyways considering how offensive it could be for the noses of alpha’s and omegas alike. A bad scented one could send them into moods. Or even sickness. The sense of smell was very important.

“Mr.Styles.” The teen manning the cash register saluted him. He came in every day and was known to the cashiers, so he had ruled out it being one of them. Thank god. They were either young enough to not have a scent or too old for it to be possible. “What will it be today? Y/N’s been whipping up a storm for the holidays. New recipes. We’ve got a peppermint bark brownie that would go well with the peppermint mocha you like.” She chirped, watching as he scanned the cases.

Harry was a little intimidating but he was exceptionally charming. He smiled, he conversed, he tipped well, but he always seemed to be looking around. Trying to find something that no one could really place. The bakery was empty besides a mum and her friend with their kids, munching on treats and coffee as they watched the traffic go by. It wasn’t them. Harry’s ears did perk up when he heard an unfamiliar name.

“Y/N?” He asked, tilting his head as his attention went back to the cashier. “Who’s that? The owner?” Harry had never met the owner. For some reason, every time he came in the morning she had stepped out for her own break. It didn’t bother him so long as his compliments to the baker got passed along, but hearing her name stirred something in his chest.

“Yep.” She popped the p in her word. “She’s awesome. She started this all on her own after she went viral on the internet. She got the funds from online orders. You see the custom cakes and stuff but she does awesome experimental flavors. She doesn’t care if they’re hits or misses and let’s us go home with leftovers.” There was obvious pride to be working for someone like Y/N. It peaked his interest.

“Oh?” He asked, leaning his body against the counter. “That’s incredible. I’d be very happy to taste some of the new things.” He flashed a smile, tapping his card against the wood of the counter. “What would you think Y/N would suggest?” And why did saying her name make him feel silky and hot? Like it was meant to live on his lips? They tingled as the word left his mouth, making him shift his stance slightly. His skin was buzzing slightly as he heard someone else come from the back.

“She would suggest the peppermint bark brownies, the s’mores donut, the lemon cream cookie and the chili chocolate cupcake. Spice and sweet work surprisingly well together.” The airy voice went to his bones.

Harry could smell it fully now. The scent that laced the bakery was now engulfing him. Filling the space, making him inhale it with each breath. His hand tightened on the card, curling into a fist at his side as he caught a glimpse of her. She had been the source. It wasn’t a baked good or a cashier, but it was the baker herself that was making him addicted to the sweets laced with her scent.

He was silent as he observed her, a smile quirked on her lips. Slightly glossy and deliciously plump as she greeted the cashier with a simple hey and asking her to go to the back to grab the other new tray of cinnamon buns. Sliding them on to the rack, she used her hip to gently nudge the counter open and grabbed one for Harry.

“Here. On the house.” She slid the bag over to him with her soft simper, hands tapping on the wood.

She was marvelous.

Harry was speechless. Something he never usually was- the alpha could talk to a brick wall if he needed to- but this sweet little omega has been slowly hypnotizing him with her scent over the course of a month and now he was finally seeing her. He loved delayed gratification, a fan of edging, but this? He wished he had seen her far earlier.

“Hi.” He peeped. His face looked like he saw a ghost. The woman in front of him was like a mirage- and he wasn’t trying to be dramatic. He swore she was familiar to him in some way. Some how. She was all omega in the ways that called to him. The curve of her face and her soft voice… he could have started purring if he didn’t have some semblance of self control in his body.

“Hi.” She returned the greeting with a soft chuckle that heated his chest. “I hope you like the suggestions. I recognized your voice. You’ve been in here every morning we’re open and I figured it was about time to meet the loyal customer.” She chirped, brushing the stray hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ears. The adorably disheveled look added to her appeal.

A candy apple red apron was dusted with various baking material, tied around her waist snug. It showed the curve of her waist went deeper than what he could tell under her sweatshirt that appeared to have the bakery name printed on it. A swipe of flour was decorating her forehead, like she had wiped hair from her face and simply forgot about flour coated hands. Little details he was memorizing to think about later.

“I love the smell.” He blurted out. Immediately, he winced. That hadn’t been what he had meant to say, at least how he had meant to say it. Heat crept up further under his cheeks as he opened and closed his mouth, watching her giggle a bit as he tried to find his bearings.

“Fucking hell- I meant to say, I love your bakery. It smelled amazing when I went past it so I decided to stop in a few weeks ago and now it’s become a part of my daily routine. I bring in pastries for the office.”

“Aren’t you a star coworker.” She cooed, turning from him with a wink as she grabbed one of the red boxes and began to construct it. “They must love you at the office. I have on good authority that the one that brings the snacks, gets the pats on the back. Especially hand made, beautifully crafted baked goods.” She teased, opening up the case and beginning to place some sweets into it.

“I’d hope they like me. I’m their boss.” He laughed quietly, scratching the back of his neck. Never has he felt more like a schoolboy talking to a playground crush. He was head to toe in a suit good enough to meet his best clients, and a girl with flour on her face was sending him to his knees. Each time she moved, a gentle waft of her scent was given his direction and made that ever loved self control hang by a thread.

“Ooooo. Bossman.” She grinned, wiggling her brow as she placed another iced brownie with crushed peppermint bark sprinkled on top into the box. “Should have guessed. Love the suit, by the way. You look very handsome.”

That little compliment made his day. The pretty omega with the prettier smile and mouthwatering scent thought he looked handsome. That would be lingering in his brain all day. How she thought he was handsome. The casual compliments.

“Thank you.” He preened. “We do interior and exterior design for businesses. Up and coming places and remodels. So if you ever need a guy- I’m here.” He placed his hands in his pockets and lifted up on his toes rocking back and forth.

“Oooo. Is it that bad in here? Do I need a renovation?” She sucked her teeth, tilting her head. It had him freezing, mouth falling open to grovel. He hadn’t meant to offend her at all, hadn’t tried to insinuate it needed a remodel.

“Shit- no, I’m sorry. It’s very cute in here, I didn’t mean to insinuate it needed any help. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how it would sound-“

“Cool it, bossman.” She cooed, laughing at how he had nearly fallen over himself. “I’m just messing with you. The place does need some exterior work, actually. I hadn’t had the budget when we first started, nor the time. But I didn’t take any offense to it. You’ve got to market yourself. Don’t worry.” Her reassurance made him melt into relief, leaning into the counter. This whole encounter had him feeling a bit on edge in the weirdest way. He wanted to snuggle this woman, yet he was almost afraid of her. An omega. He was afraid of an omega.

Anyone else would laugh at him, perhaps, but he felt the nervousness creeping in his bones. He wanted her to like him. He wanted her to think he was cool and want to know him better. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. She had unarmed his normal charm and made him feel like a nervous bundle of sweat and it was exhilarating.

“I’ll take a card, though.” She placed her hand out flat. “If you’ve got one. I’m gonna check out your website.”

Harry fished one out of his wallet, thankful he kept them on hand. It had his office number, and part of him wanted to offer his personal cell but he knew that would be a bit weird. Especially if she wanted to use his services. He almost hoped she didn’t- asking a client on a date wasn’t good for the image, was it? He wasn’t sure.

“If you’ve got any questions you can reach out on the email there, it’s a direct line to me- or uh, I come in every day so.” He shrugged. “Around this time. You’ve got very good coffee too. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good hazelnut. People put a lot of syrups and things… but your shop does it the best.”

“Thank you.” She seemed chuffed with his praise. “I taste test everything with the crew here. You’ll be in for a treat. If you’re coming in every morning, do you think you’d want to be a bit of a guinea pig for me?” She slid the box across the counter. “I’ve been experimenting like my lovely employee was saying. But I’d love a real customers opinion. Even if it’s bad. I want to know what the consumer likes.”

Harry was shocked. Y/N was kind of treating him like a friend, like she valued his exact opinion. He couldn’t deny he felt exceptionally special. Having not only the owner of the bakery but an omega he had some sort of crush on suddenly want to sample the new things she sells and get his opinion on it.

“Oh- uh. Alright. Of course! I can do that.” He grinned shyly, handing his card over for her to pay for the things she had put into the box. “I come in every morning during the week so… you can just let me know what’s new to taste.” There was a giddiness in his stomach. An excuse to talk to her every day. Or at least a few times a week. He’s never really reacted this way to an omega before, the scent craving, the shyness he suddenly felt, all of it was so new to him and he was unsure how to navigate it but he didn’t want to stop. He only wanted more.

“Perfect. What is your name, by the way?” The card was handed back to him and there was slight disappointment their fingers didn’t brush, but Harry took today was a victory.

“Harry. Harry Styles. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Y/N. I’m glad to meet you too. I hope to see more of you soon.”

[holylulusworld]

A new life - Flufftober 8

Summary: Dean and you have a new life.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, fluff, pregnant omega, scenting, cuddling & snuggling, domestic bliss

Trope: Nesting (a/b/o)

Catch up here: One autumn night - Flufftober 10

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Watching you roll over on your nest, Dean smiles fondly.

It’s been almost three years since you quit hunting. Your old life seems so far away. He can’t imagine going back to hunt the things that go bump in the night.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” he calls your name, smirking as you immediately lift your head to look at him. “What’s that?” Dean points at the new blanket you wrapped around your growing body. “That’s new…”

“Oh, that’s my new blankie,” you coo and snuggle into the new blanket. “It’s so soft and warm. Sammy got it for me.”

“Sam bought it for you?” Dean cocks a brow. Sam is his brother, and he’d die for him, but Dean can’t help and let his jealous streak win the upper hand. Your alpha doesn’t like seeing you wrap a blanket his brother bought around you and your unborn pup.

“Huh?” You glance at your alpha. “No, Dean. He picked it up for me from the post office. I forgot to tell you I ordered it.”

Dean nods. He visibly relaxes because Sam only picked the package up for you. “It looks soft. Where did you get it?” Your alpha steps toward the bed to tug at the blanket. “Is that a burrito?”

“Yes, it’s a burrito blanket,” you giggle. “Do you like it? It’s big enough for two. I ordered the biggest burrito blanket.”

You lift the blanket to offer the free spot to your alpha. “I got the food, sweets, and pickles you wanted,” he says, trying not to give in to his need to snuggle up to you. “Let’s eat first, sweetheart.”

“I want to snuggle with you and the new blanket,” you whine. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Dean cocks a brow. Not an hour ago, your cravings drove you up the wall, and you begged him for pickles. Now you’re suddenly not hungry anymore.

“What did you eat?” He asks, glancing at the empty plate on the nightstand. Dean lifts the plate, sniffing at it. “That was…my pie.” He whines now. Dean saved the last slice of pie for himself, hidden in the back of the fridge.

You roll to your side, patting the empty spot on your nest. Dean is pouting and sniffs at the plate again. His eyes dart from your swollen belly to the empty plate and back.

“I got hungry,” you pucker your lips. “Very hungry, Alpha. There was nothing in the fridge but the pie.”

Dean knows you’re lying. The fridge is filled with everything you like, but you have to steal his pie.

“It’s only pie,” he places the plate back onto the nightstand. Dean kicks his shoes off and strips his clothes off to crawl onto the bed.

You smile when he presses his ear to your belly to talk to your baby.

“Hey, pie stealer. Did you get hungry? Like father, like son.” He purrs low in his throat when you run your fingers through his hair. “I got pickles, ice cream, and all the naughty things your mommy loves to eat.”

“Aw, did you hear, Dean Jr.?” you coo. “Your daddy got us all the nice things. He’s the best alpha ever.” Dean’s heart swells at your words. “Do you want to tell him we got him pie too?”

“Pie?” Dean lifts his head to look at you. “You got me pie, sweetheart? When? How?” He asks.

“Sammy delivered it,” you giggle and pat your alpha’s head. “I called him, asking for help. He got my package and pie for you.”

“My omega got pie for me,” Dean sighs happily before resting his head on your belly, nuzzling you. “She’s the best omega ever.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Change: Beau

Summary: Beau's having a normal Saturday night when he catches a strange scent in the wind...

The Change

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x omega!reader

Word Count: 8,000ish

Warnings: language, angst, minor violence/injuries, fluff, implied smut

A/N: Y'all wanted more of The Change and I thought what better way to fill in some of the gaps than by taking a peak through Beau's perspective! While not 100% necessary to read The Change to understand this story, it's highly recommended!

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Saturday Night

“Dad, are you okay?” I turned my head towards Em, forcing a smile. She raised an eyebrow from her chair nearby the fire pit, a blanket over her lap. “You look worried.”

“It’s fine.” Shit. I bit my tongue but she was giving me that look again. That “we need to communicate openly, remember what the counselor said, dad?” look. I slumped down in my chair, trying to ignore the strong whiff of omega floating through the breeze. 

I could smell Em by my side. All sugar cookies, lavender, fresh linen, with that oh so subtle hint of fresh rain that was baked into the Arlen pack. Scenting had it’s limits though. It only worked maybe twenty feet or so away. 

So why the hell did I smell an Omega with rain in her scent but nothing else? We had some land to ourselves, a good ten acres, on the edge of the neighborhood. There was no feasible way I could be smelling an omega all the way up here.

“Dad!” Emily barked. I shot upright, looking around for any sign of danger. “What’s wrong with you? You smell…weird.”

“Weird?” I lifted my jacket collar and sniffed, something certainly off about it. She shrugged.

“You smell, like you did when you found me at the mine,” she said quietly. “You know, way on red alert. What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure…” I said, standing slowly. I was prepared to make up an excuse but Emily was watching with those big doe brown eyes and it made my heart clench. Communication. Right. “I uh, smell an omega which is weird when it’s only the two of us out here.”

Em smirked, a frown crawling onto my face. “Well there is one reason Alphas can smell an omega that’s far away when they aren’t in the pack. You know…soulmates.”

I blinked at her, cocking my head. “That’s not…your mom was-”

“Daddy.” I froze still, eyes locked on hers. “I mean this in the nicest way but you and mom are not soulmates. Your bond broke way before you got divorced and soulmates never get divorced. You care about each other but it’s not that soulmate love.”

“I thought you wanted me and your mother back together for the longest time,” I said quietly, slowly sitting. Emily slumped down, fisting her blanket. 

“Me too. But you’re happier here than I think I ever saw you with mom. What’d you tell me? Don’t settle for convenient and easy?” I smiled, reaching over to mess up her hair, earning a groan that made my heart happy. 

“Sometimes I forget my sassy child is full of wisdom,” I said.

“Going to traumatic murder camp and getting kidnapped will do that to you,” she said with a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes, chuckling as I ruffled it one more time. She’d been pretty shook up after everything last year and Carla didn’t love Em’s dark humor but the counselor said it was a healthy way for her to cope and shit, I wasn’t about to stop her.

These days, it was hard to tell anything even happened to her besides the occasional nightmare.

“I’m going to run out real quick and pick up some ice cream. Flavors?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “What?”

“Go find this little omega of yours. I can handle being alone,” she said. I stared at her, Em rolling her eyes. “Fine. You can have a sheriff come over.”

“Thank you,” I said, kissing her temple. “Put the fire out for me please when you’re done. I’ll be back soon.”

“Have fun finding your soulmate!” she teased, not noticing the way my heart jumped up to my throat at her words.

Twenty minutes later I was walking around town, following the growing scent of rain when something else mixed in. Something sharp, painful.

Danger. Omega in danger. Your Omega is in danger.

I took off in a sprint down the sidewalk, following the scent and turning the corner to a dark parking lot next to a pharmacy.

“Get off!” someone muffled a shout under a large hand, that someone being my goddamn omega, my soulmate, my everything. 

I drew my weapon and fired a shot in the air without thinking, nearly pulling the trigger on the two scumbags pinning her down.

Calm down. She needs you more than you want to hurt them. 

I reluctantly took a breath, listening to the inner voice in my head. “On your bellies. Hands on your head or the next one goes through your spine.”

The two assholes rolled off of her and I quickly glanced at the omega. Her cheek was scuffed up and she looked sacred but damn, she knocked the breath out of me.

Hairs prickled the back of my neck as I inhaled her scent. 

Fuuuuuuck. She smelled like fresh rain, she had that Arlen pack scent. My vision swam for the briefest of moments as my heart thudded happily at finding it’s soulmate. Alright, I could be a pile of mush later. I needed backup and these guys restrained before I not so accidentally started shooting off pieces for touching her.

“Mam’, are you alright?” I asked. She nodded quickly and thankfully it looked like they hadn’t done more than knock her to the ground before I was able to step in. I pulled out my phone, shoving it between my shoulder and ear. “Dispatch, this is Arlen. I need two squad cars at the Rite-Aid pharmacy off of Main. Two suspects in custody. Attempted assault. Vic appears okay besides some minor injuries.”

“We’ll have two cars over in under two, Sheriff.”

“Thanks, Abby,” I said, staying on the line but shoving the phone in my pocket just in case. I secured one man with my cuffs but I needed something else unless I wanted to sit on top of this guy. Meanwhile, the omega was scrambling across the pavement, trying to pick up the items she’d bought into the plastic bag in her hand. She reached for a small pack of zip ties, slightly odd to pick up in the middle of the night but I’d hold off on my judgment.

“Mind if I borrow that?” She let me take the package and remove a tie, securing the second man, albeit he could get out if he really tried. “Thank you mam.”

She was clearly petrified and putting on a brave face. She shoved a bottle of pills in her bag as I asked her once again if she was alright.

“Never better!” She said in an abnormally high pitched voice. She popped to her feet before I could help her up, a slow sigh escaping me. “Uh, thanks.”

Be a calming presence for her.

But then she was trying to leave down the dark parking lot again and I grabbed her arm on instinct. Didn’t she realize the safest place for her was by my side? “Whoa, whoa. These guys can’t do anything to you. Backup will be here in two minutes tops. I know you want to get home but we need a statement and you should get that scuff cleaned up by a paramedic. Hell, I can do it for you back at the station.”

She just kept staring at me and alarm bells were going off in my head. Did she have a concussion? Did she hit the back of her head? Okay, she needed to be seen by a doctor right now. “Alright. I think you hit your head a little harder than we both realized when they knocked you down. Why don’t you take a seat-”

I was not expecting my dream girl to proceed to knee me in the dick so hard my life flashed before my eyes. I heard a sorry squeak out as she took off and I lay on the ground, trying to get my bearings.

“Nice one, sheriff,” snided one of the men in custody. I grunted, kicking him in shoulder as I sat up. “Fucker, you can’t do that!”

“If it were up to me, I’d beat the shit out of you, drop you off a cliff and let the animals eat you alive.” I rolled to my knees and got up as a squad car showed up, an officer running out.

“You alright, boss?” I waved him off. 

“Read these two their rights. I’m going after the victim,” I said, jogging past him and down the street, catching tail lights in the distance. I made it to my truck and was on the road just as she turned left about a mile away. I cursed as I lost sight but then I rolled down my window, taking a deep breath.

Her scent was subtle but I followed it down a dirt road and up a barely there path through the trees to a rundown looking cabin. There was a light on inside and I jogged up to the door when her scent was stronger. “Miss? It’s Sheriff Beau Arlen. We met just a short time ago. I’m doing a wellness check. Please answer the door.”

The omega ripped open the door, the fear from before replaced with etches of worry. 

“Hi. My dad fell earlier today. I think he broke his leg. He’s in the bathroom.” Oh, this poor thing. I nodded, giving her a smile. 

“Okay. We can call an ambulance and-”

“He’s terrified of public places. Of catching the…sickness.” Sickness? What the hell was she talking about? “I know he needs a hospital but is there any way we can limit the number of people he’s around? Like a doctors office or something?”

I breathed deeply, picking up on her father’s bland scent indicating he was Beta. But in her own home this Omega should have smelled like something more than fresh rain. Anything at all. 

Shit, she smelled like Emily had before she fully presented. Like a blank canvas. But how the hell had this woman in her early thirties that was presented as omega not smell like one?

“How the hell…” I shook my head. She simply hadn’t had a proper heat before which in theory was possible if she hadn’t been around an Alpha during her cycle before. Strange but not completely unheard of. A groan in the background had me straightening myself. “Alright. I’ll see what I can do to accommodate his…needs.”

She thanked me and attempted to have me leave but I was already texting dispatch, telling them I was about to have a first time adult heat. God, I remember when Carla had hers. She was bent over in pain one second yelling at me for existing and trying to jump my bones the next telling me how much she needed me. Even though I was struggling through a damn rut in exhaustive pain.

That should have been my first clue that her needs would always outweigh mine.

I sighed when our argument turned heated, the poor little omega in front of me overwhelmed with fear and hormones and likely a good dose of paranoia. She collapsed as I caught her in my arms, gently laying her down to the ground.

“What the hell did you do to my daughter!” shouted her father from a room off to the side. “You infected her you-”

“Hey!” I barked, placing a pillow under her head and brushing the hair from her face. I stood and stormed over to him, wincing at the nasty piece of meat that was his leg. “You are going to tell me exactly what has been going on around here with her, with you, all of it.”

“You got her sick!” I squatted down, narrowing my eyes. He returned it, breathing hard. “You nasty smelling mutt. You bite her and I’ll kill you.”

“So you do know a thing or two about this situation,” I said with a smile. “Now. Tell me everything or this nasty mutt with a gun and a badge will start thinking you’re keeping your daughter locked away and doing some very nasty things.”

“I would never, you perverted-” I snarled, the Beta biting his tongue.

“Do not disrespect me. I am here to help her and her alone. Now she’s going into heat, uneducated and scared. Her body is going to be in pain and she doesn’t understand why all because you have lied to her for a decade. I would never be so cruel to my daughter.” He swallowed, his gaze going to behind me where she lay on the floor. “She will be fine but you need to tell me everything. Now.”

Five Hours Later

“Good evening, Dr. Y/L/N. This is sheriff Beau Arlen of the Helena police department. I apologize for the late call but we have a situation here with your father and sister,” I said from the corner of the hospital room where Y/N laid fast asleep. She’d awoken confused and more than a little…primal a few hours ago. I could only imagine what it felt like to go through your first heat with your soulmate sitting eight feet away. 

She smelled delectable, enough so I had to ask for some scent blockers for myself so I’d stop getting so damn horny around her. 

“Please call me Emmet. Are they okay? I haven’t heard from my sister in a decade so any news-”

“She’s alright Emmet. She’s currently at our local hospital being treated for her first heat. Your father broke his leg badly a few days ago and is in the ICU recovering from surgery.” Emmet swore on other line and breathed deeply.

“My father is paranoid, Sheriff. I called him on the night of the Change years ago and told him to take my kid sister out of the city for a few days until we knew what was going on. I called him five days after and told him it was okay to go back but they never did. I’ve explained to him over and over again that she is perfectly safe. I could never track him down.”

“They appear to be staying at an old cabin on the edge of town here,” I said, Emmet groaning.

“They went to grandpa’s hunting cabin? Jesus christ. I forgot that place existed. Is Y/N alright?” 

“She’s fine, Emmet. She’s a strong woman, her body just needs to catch up a little is all.” Emmet huffed.

“She was supposed to work at a big accounting firm. She got a really good job out of college and then she disappeared with him. The paranoid fucker’s probably kept her locked up there for years.” My heart skipped a beat. “Sorry. He wouldn’t hurt her. Dad’s just…always been overprotective of her. Always. Something happened when she was young and…yeah, he’s always been afraid of her getting hurt again.”

“Emmet, any information you can relay to me might help me understand your father better. I need to know if your sister has been at that cabin all these years of her own free will or not.” 

Emmet was quiet for a beat, a chair creaking as if he were sitting down in the background. “Our father was a lawyer. A prosecutor. He put away a killer…for a very dangerous and powerful family. I was in college at the time. They broke in one night and killed our mother and kidnapped Y/N. She was maybe four? I don’t think she even remembers. It took a few days to get her back and that was only because she bit one of them and ran away and out a window.” I smirked, closing my eyes.

“Always been tough as nails even when she’s afraid, huh.” 

“Yeah. Dad was different with her after that. Always blamed himself. Way too protective. She tried to appease him but she always wanted to live her own life too. The idea of her being claimed by someone-”

“He literally can’t handle it,” I finished. Emmet hummed. “Thank you for the information Emmet. I’ll speak with your sister more but I doubt we’ll press charges.”

“Mr. Arlen, I’ll be down in a few days. I need to speak to my sister, and father. I’m in Seattle these days and I think it’s best if she stays with me for the time being.” I cleared my throat, walking out of the room and to the hallway. “My father will need intensive rehab if it’s as bad as you say and then in-home care, both of which will be much easier to provide if I’m there-”

“Emmet, there’s not an easy way to say this so I’ll just spit it out. I got involved tonight because I was able to scent your sister from my backyard over eight miles away from where we met. Now, you’re a doctor. You tell me the only scenario in which that is possible.” Emmet was quiet, my heart hammering. “Dr. Y/L/N-”

“Are you a good man?” he asked. I sat down on a hall bench, glancing down.

“I’m divorced, I got ten years on her and a teenage daughter. I am by no means perfect. If she wants to go to Seattle, I will not stop her.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the wall. “But I can promise you, she will be safe with me and free to live her life. I do not intend to hold her back.”

“I seriously doubt my sister’s going to want to leave your side once her heat calms down and she realizes who you are to her,” he said with a hum. “Sheriff.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll take my dad off your hands once he’s ready for in-home care. Let Y/N live in a town without him for a while.” 

“What’s she like?” I asked, screwing professionalism for the moment. “You said she wanted to be an accountant?”

“Pft, god no. She would have worked at a bakery if she had her choice but you know how parents can be,” said Emmet. “You said your name was Beau, right?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well Beau, considering this is likely the first of many conversations we’ll have throughout our lives, a word of advice. If she wants to work at a goddamn bakery, let her. If you guys ever need help, just tell me. I got more than enough. I just want my baby sister to be alright.” I smiled, relaxing my shoulders.

“I appreciate it Emmet but I do alright on my own. Like I said, I will not be the one holding her back from whatever it is she wants to do.” I could feel her scent pick up, twitchy, wanting me nearby. “I got to run but I appreciate the talk and I’m looking forward to meeting you. I’ll make sure she gets a chance to talk to you tomorrow.”

I hung up and slipped back in the room, pulling my chair closer, her scent calming. My phone dinged and I frowned. What the hell was Emily doing up at 2 in the morning?

How’s the soulmate search going? Pop says hi by the way. We ordered pizza. There’s leftovers in the fridge if you ever come home tonight. Please tell me you’re not stalking some woman in the middle of the night. 

“This child,” I grumbled, typing a long message before my phone pinged again, eyebrows raised.

I can talk to her. I know more about being an Omega than you do to be fair. She’s probably scared. I can dig up those Change puberty books from the basement.

Thank you, Em. We’ll talk in the morning. Now get some sleep..

I frowned, shooting off another text.

Tell Pop if he eats all my mint fudge ice cream again I’m firing him. 

Too late. Night dad!

I sighed, resting my phone on my chest and sliding down in the chair. I kicked off my boots and propped my feet up at the end of Y/N’s bed. 

“So. Not how I imagined my first night with my soulmate,” I said quietly. “How about you, darlin’? Everything you dreamed of?”

She snored lightly in bed, rolling over on her side and staying in a deep slumber. 

“Well don’t chat my ear off, I’m trying to sleep,” I chuckled. She scratched her belly absently, breathing deeply. “Goodnight, omega.”

The Next Day

Despite an albeit awkward start to the day, the smile on Y/N’s face as she and Emily shared the far side of the booth and devoured a brownie sundae was putting a big on on mine. Y/N hadn’t had much of anything besides basic foods for ten years and she was ordering every greasy, fatty, sugary thing on the menu. 

It was kind of adorable the way she guzzled down a pile of poutine on her own and then asked for seconds.

“Is Y/N coming home with us?” asked Emily a little eagerly. I lightly kicked her shin under the table, Em pouting. “That’s child abuse.”

“Child abuse is you hitting me in the nuts with a baseball bat when you were four. Pretty sure you were trying to make sure you were an only child from the start.”

“I wouldn’t mind a sibling-“ I kicked her again, Emily glaring back. Y/N looked between us with a goofy smirk, gravy at the corner of her mouth.

“You guys are really cute. I wish I’d had that with my dad,” she said, her face falling momentarily. She cleared her throat though and wiped off her lips, glancing at me. “Your dad and I have to talk about a lot of things but in the meantime he said he had an idea about where I could stay. You guys have a trailer on your property?”

“Dad used to live in an air streamer when he moved here,” said Emily, smirking at me. “If you need a love nest-“

“Do not tell her about nesting,” I growled, Emily grinning like a Cheshire cat. Y/N blinked at both of us, her head tilting. I cleared my throat when I sensed her…fuck, she was horny as fuck.

Cool it with the Alpha voice bucko.

“Nesting is um, well…” I trailed off, Emily pipping right in.

“It’s when the Alpha goes all crazy and makes you a comfy bed with pillows and blankets and stuff so you can pass a heat surrounded by their scent. And to fuck in a lot but the scent stuff too.” I dropped my head to the table, a low whine escaping. “They teach us in health class.”

“In my health class all they did was show us pictures of STI’s,” said Y/N, her fingers grazing my scalp. I raised my head, heart skipping at the feel of her touch in my hair. Her face was so soft, so unlike the fearful one of last night. “Relax. I’m not going anywhere and Emily’s bluntness is appreciated.”

Emily glanced at Y/N and then myself, making an excuse to use the restroom. Y/N’s hand dropped to the table, a pout forming on my face. She giggled though, the sound calming me. “Can you…smell me, Y/N?”

“Sure,” she said coyly, laughing when I rolled my eyes. “I think so. I don’t quite understand it but I know you’re nervous. You like when Emily teases you but there’s something a little on edge with you. I’m still trying to figure all this out to be honest.”

“It’s okay,” I said, reaching a hand up and gently taking hers in mine. My thumb stroked over the back of her skin and I held it up, closer to her. “You won’t be able to do that with most people. Only your mate can you tell certain things. We don’t exactly understand that part of it yet.”

“I imagine it gets a bit complicated when you mix advanced evolution with metaphysical souls,” she said, tilting her head, turning my hand over and stroking my palm. Her big eyes stared at my skin, nose twitching when she inhaled. “Everything in my head says I’m a moron for trusting a strange man, that you could hurt me or worse. But then I do this…”

She tugged me closer, pulling my hand to her warm cheek, her skin velvety soft. Her bond pulsed hard under the skin of her neck, so subtle no one would notice but I could see it thumping away like it had it’s own heartbeat. Y/N’s eyes searched my face, looking for an answer to a question she didn’t know how to ask.

“There are some people that don’t believe in true mates. They think it’s just hopeless romantics making shit up,” I said, pulling my hand down, grazing her bond with my fingertips. Soft lips parted, Y/N’s eyes dewy at the touch. “Touch my neck.”

She tentatively reached across the table, letting me guide her hand to the left side. “My gland is much smaller but it’s there. Now push down on it.”

Y/N didn’t look convinced but gently nudged two fingers against the skin. I jerked back just as she did, a bolt of peacefulness shooting through my body. She rubbed her own gland, breathing hard. “What the fuck was that?”

“Think of it like there’s a rope connecting our souls. We just tugged on it,” I grinned, rubbing my chest. “So we can’t get lost from each other ever again. True mates form that bond even without the physical connection being met yet which is why you could tell I was nervous.”

Y/N smiled, placing a hand over her bond. “So that’s why you don’t feel so strange. Huh.”

“We can take this as slow as we want to,” I said, taking out my phone, checking the time. Y/N shoveled one last scoop of ice cream in her mouth before sliding out of the booth. “Where-“

“Emily has school in the morning. We should head out,” she said, catching Emily returning from the bathrooms. “We’ll meet you out front?”

“Y/N.” I hopped up quickly. Shit, was I making her nervous? I opened my mouth to speak but she was right there, placing a finger to my lips.

“It’s okay, sheriff,” she murmured, grazing her knuckles over my beard. “Just need a little girl talk.”

“About what?” I asked quietly.

“About…just trust me?” I held up my hands, Y/N backing away before popping outside with Em. 

“Sheriff,” said a deep, monotone voice. I spun around, Donno standing there with a styrofoam box. “Rhubarb pie.”

“I didn’t order-“ Donno shoved it forward, my hands barely catching it. 

“She wants it.” I raised my eyebrow, glancing outside to where Y/N and Emily were leaning against the truck. “She wanted pie and this is all we have.”

“Uh, thanks Donno,” I said. He half growled and I handed him my credit card. He grumpily took it behind the counter, handing it back with a grimace. “How’s things with Tonya?” 

He grunted and I chuckled. 

“Later, Donno. You and your girl stay out of trouble.” I ducked outside with the pie, the girls giving me a smile. “Everything all set?”

“Never better.”

“Hey, Em?” I asked after showing Y/N the airstreamer when we got home. She was downstairs talking to her brother, all sorts of giddy scents coming off her. “Got a sec?”

She put her phone down, frowning when I pushed it away and set it on the charger. “First off, it’s bedtime. Second, is everything okay with you and Y/N? I know everything’s been moving fast and if you want to talk about anything, I’m here.”

“We’re fine,” she said softly, giving me that look I’d seen in therapy too many times. I pouted, Em sighing. “She was…her body did something at the diner. She said you guys touched bonds which made her…you know…down there…”

“Oh.” I sat on the edge of her bed, holding my hands on my lap. “Was she embarrassed? I shouldn’t have-“

“No, she just wanted to make sure it was normal to…get all…slick and fuck, this is as bad as the sex talk.”

“I thought we did a good job with it,” I said, ruffling her hair. “Are you okay with her being here?”

“Duh,” she said, sitting upright and giving me a hug. “She’s your soulmate, dad. Of course, I want her to stay with us.”

I tucked her head under my chin, giving her a deep squeeze. “Dad. Too tight.”

“Alright,” I said, releasing her. “I’ll make sure Y/N understands you already have a mom and-”

“We kind of talked about that when you were paying.” Em shrugged. “Y/N said she didn’t want to overstep anything and said it’s probably best right now if we’re more like friends? Until we figure out what we want.”

“I’m going to have a hard time keeping up with you two staying ahead of me,” I chuckled, hearing a loud crash downstairs. I stood up, Em pouting. “Stay. Go to bed.”

She grumbled as I left and jogged down the steps. Y/N was bent over in the kitchen, her scent stressed but not in pain. 

“Y/N?” I asked. She popped her head up, swallowing thickly as I saw she’d dropped her bottle of heat medication and the pills had gone all of the floor. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”

I knelt down and started to help pick them up, Y/N moving farther away to pick up the scattered pills. I reached out and caught her wrist, Y/N’s breath hitching. She looked over her shoulder, body tense. 

“It was an accident,” I said softly. She looked down and I frowned. “Hey. I can smell you’re upset but we still need to talk. What’s going through that head? Did your brother say something?”

“No.” She shoved the pills in the bottle, waiting for me to deposit mine inside. The cap snapped on and she shot up, stepping past me for the front door. I caught up to her on the front porch, not touching her but holding up my hands. She squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her temple. “Please move. Better yet, take me back to the cabin.”

“...If that’s where you want to be,” I said. She went straight to the truck, barefoot, climbing inside. I got in after her, leaving my keys in my pocket. I could sense her agitation rising, especially when I turned towards her. “What did your brother say, Y/N?”

“He told me he contacted my dad right after the change. How dad would call him every few years. He didn’t know I thought he was dead all this time,” she breathed out. She shook her head, wrapping her arms tight around herself. “You have an idiot for a soulmate.”

“Now I don’t believe that’s true for a second. I-”

“Beau.” Y/N glared at me but her eyes were more watery than anything else. “You have a teenage daughter that knows more about how sex works in this world than I do. I’m…a child. You deserve so much better than me. I’ve never had a real job. I’ve never had my own place. Shit, my longest relationship lasted two months. J-Just throw me back in the woods so I can be alone.”

Omega in pain. Omega in pain. 

She moved as far away as possible, staring out the window as a primal urge in my head was trying to take over.

Protect her. PROTECT HER. Do your job. 

“No.” She shifted in her sheet, making her eyes as hard as she could. “I don’t care if you hate me. I will never abandon you. Ever.”

“I’m a fucking project, not a soumate,” she scoffed. 

“You think I’m perfect?” 

“Um, have you met you because yes, you are,” she grit out. I growled, her scent shooting through the roof as I leaned over and cupped her cheek. Her lips parted, breath mingling with my own. “W-What are you doing?”

“I don’t like when you’re mean to yourself,” I said, my voice lower than usual as I kept a tight control on letting my Alpha out. Y/N shivered under my touch and she looked away embarrassed. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed for making slick. You are in heat next to your true mate. I’d be concerned if you weren’t.”

“I don’t know anything,” she whispered, still not looking at me. “I don’t know how to be an adult or have my soulmate be someone way out of my league or what you want me to be to Emily. You have an ex-wife and you have such an important job and you’re single dad and it doesn’t matter how nice you smell or if you give me lightning bolts. I am and will be a burden to you.”

I sat back in my seat, breathing hard. Y/N sniffled, keeping her head low. “I know I’ve upset you, I can smell it.”

“I’m upset you’re upset. I’m not upset at you,” I said quietly. Every instinct I had said pull her into my lap, bite her neck and press the magic fix it button to flood her full of so much ooey gooey good feeling crap she’ll never remember why she had doubts in the first place.

Talk to her.

I swallowed, closing my eyes. “My partner died two years ago. He was my best friend.”

“Beau.” She unfurled her hands from her body surely because one of them was interlacing with my own. “I’m so sorry.”

“I blamed myself for a long time. For too long. For something out of my control,” I said, opening my eyes, finding her misty ones. “It drove my ex away. It drove Emily away too for a while. I’m so scared of loving someone else and losing them. Y/N, it took everything in me to not kill those men that attacked you last night. I am not fucking perfect and you are way way too hard on yourself. News flash, nobody knows how to be an adult. We’re all just pretending and a smart woman like you, hell you already are thinking of my daughter before I am. You are not behind. You are right where you’re supposed to be.“

“I…” She sighed, squeezing my hand. “I’m sorry that happened to your friend.”

“Did you get any of the rest of that?” 

“Yeah,” she said softly. “So we both need to take it easier on ourselves.”

“I got faith in us.” She wiped off her face as she nodded, her scent turning calm and gentle. “Come on. It’s been a long day and you’re at the tail end of your heat. You need to get some rest.”

“Dad!” I bottled upright in bed, groggy and reaching for my gun when Emily burst in the bedroom. “It’s almost seven. Move your ass. I’m not getting detention for being late again because of you.”

“Good morning to you too,” I mumbled, setting my gun back on the bedside table and flopping back against the pillows.

“Pro tip,” she said, whacking me with a pillow. I groaned, growling as I sat back up. “Maybe go make you and your new omega girlfriend some coffee? Not like she talked about coffee for like a solid thirty minutes with your coffee snob ass last night.”

“Someone’s got a mouth on her this morning,” I said, tossing back the covers, Em rolling her eyes as she left. “What?”

“I’m so going to be late,” she muttered, jogging downstairs. I grumbled, padding into the bathroom and getting ready for the day. Em was in a mood when I found her by the front door waiting for me but it was no big deal to me if she was late a few minutes. For one, that school started too damn early at 7:30. She had freaking study hall first period of the day which was just plain stupid. Plus that principal of hers had more than a few unpaid parking tickets I could leverage. 

I whipped up a cup of coffee and poured the rest in my thermos, tossing some half and half in the mug before whistling on my way outside. “Dad!”

“Five minutes, pumpkin. Why don’t you lock up and I’ll meet you at the truck?” I slipped outside, Em muttering again as I walked across the yard. WIth two knocks on the door of the airstream, it opened, Y/N half-asleep as she answered in last night’s clothes. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” she mumbled, perking up when I held out an orange mug. “Is that-”

“Coffee. Two tablespoons half & half. Hold the cream and sugar.” Her eyes welled up as she took the mug. “You really missed coffee, huh?”

“You were paying attention to what I said last night,” she whispered. I cocked my head, leaning my hip against the door jam. “Thank you for the coffee, Beau. I really appreciate it.”

“No worries.” The truck horn honked and I rolled my eyes, Y/N smirking. “I have to run before that one hotwires the car without me but I’ll be back and we can go shopping for whatever you need. Food. Clothes. Whatever you want. I’ll be back in about thirty.”

“Thanks, Alpha.” She stepped forward and pecked a kiss to my cheek, grinning when I blushed. “That’s adorable.”

“I’m from Texas. We don’t blush,” I said despite feeling the radiating heat on my face. She raised an eyebrow, her smile turning a hair darker. “Omega…”

“You know that only makes me want to find out how to make you blush more, right?” I pouted but didn’t mean it, Y/N seeing right through it. “All that for a peck on the cheek. I wonder how red I can get you when I properly kiss you.”

“Down girl,” I purred, adjusting myself and in desperate need of one of my scent blockers again. “Let’s cool our jets. Once we start playing around, it’s going to be hard for either one of us to not want to bond.”

“Sorry,” she said, not looking it one bit. She pressed the mug to her lips, eyes closing as she took her first sip. “Wow. Yeah, I’m so keeping you. This is the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had.”

“Well that’s a relief,” I chuckled, the horn honking incessantly in the background. “I’m sorry about the sassy child.”

“It’s fine. Take her to school. I’ll be here.”

“I’ll be right back, darlin’.”

Four Weeks Later

Y/N was tucked against my side, resting her head on my shoulder and draping her arm over my chest. Soft, slow breaths left her lips, nose buried against my pec. Oh so carefully I thumbed over the fresh bite mark on her neck. Ordinarily I’d think the best thing to do would be not touch it but instinct was telling me to gently soothe the ache away and her pain would be gone by the time the flood of hormones in her body dropped.

“How we feeling, Omega?” Y/N tightened her hold on my body, snuggling harder. 

“Fuzzy,” she mumbled, a smile on her lips. “You?”

“Fuzzy’s a good way to describe it,” I chuckled. “You did so well.”

“Not so bad yourself,” she laughed, eyes closing. “You smell even nicer now if that’s possible.”

“I know the feeling.” I stroked my fingers up and down her bare back, tracing patterns against the soft flesh. “So…would you maybe want to move into the house?”

“You really know how to pillow talk, babe,” she said against my shoulder, smirking against it. “And yes, I’m tired of being away from you guys.”

“Okie dokie.” Y/N snorted, lifting herself up onto her palms to look at me. “What?”

“You’re way too hot to be that adorable.” I shrugged, smirking as I gripped her waist and pulled her tight against my chest, earning a gasp. “Oh you want to play?”

“With you? Forever.” I grasped her chin with my thumb and finger, pulling her into a deep kiss. “Who’s ready for round two?”

Three Months Later

“Emmet!” Y/N squealed and jumped into her brothers arms the second I had the front door open. He laughed deeply, dropping his luggage on the porch to catch her.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m forty six years old. You’re going to throw out my back if you keep doing that every time I visit,” he laughed, spinning her around. “How you doing, kiddo? Keeping your Alpha in line?”

“She wishes,” I said, giving him a brief hug when he set her down. “Where’s Max?”

“She’s coming up on Saturday. Covering a double at the hospital,” said Emmet, giving Emily a hug when she popped out of the kitchen. “Em, mind helping me get the presents?”

She threw on her coat and boots, following Emmet outside as I saw Y/N’s father putter around their rental car. Emmet said something to him, the man giving Emily a brief smile before he carefully walked across the shoveled driveway.

“Darren.”

“Beau.” Y/N frowned at him, his jaw clenching when he saw the faded mark on her neck. “Emmet’s right. You really did claim her.”

Y/N stepped onto the porch, waves of powerful scent washing over us. “This is my house, dad. If you’re going to be a dick, you can go sit in a hotel room by yourself for a week while the rest of us celebrate the holidays. As a pack. Beau’s family is coming in tomorrow and you will not-“

“Down omega,” I purred, Y/N allowing me to pull her back a few steps. “She’s a tad defensive of me and Emily is all. Darlin’, why don’t you help the Em’s.”

A moment later Darren and I were alone. I nodded, walking him around the wrap around porch to the side of the house where a pair of rocking chairs sat. I took a seat in the far one, Darren hesitantly sitting in the opposite.

“Y/N and I like to sit out here in the morning and have our coffee together.” Darren grunted, lips pressed into a thin line. “How’s the leg?”

“It hurts,” he grumbled. 

“But you can walk on your own on it. Emmet says that’s a good sign.” He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Arlen, enough with the small talk. Say what you mean to say away from my daughter.” I leaned back, rocking a few times, enjoying the chill breeze.

“Your daughter didn’t want you to come. The only reason you are invited is because I asked her to give you another chance.” He scoffed. “You were pretty nasty when we showed up at rehab a few months ago and saw she was claimed.”

“You manipulated her into being with you. She doesn’t know it yet but you’ll turn on her. I know cops like you, especially cop mutts. Don’t blame me for seeing exactly who you are.”

“Well fuck you,” said Emily, appearing around the corner. 

Back off, pup. I got this.

Only she ignored the warning in my scent, the clear line she would have picked up in favor of storming over in front of Darren. “You’re an asshole.”

“Em-” 

“The mouth on you,” said Darren, frowning up at her. “You learn that from your father?”

“If anyone’s the manipulative asshole around here maybe it’s the guy who scared his kid into staying in a cabin for a decade,” she spit out. Darren opened his mouth, Emily holding up a hand. “My dad’s not perfect but thank god I have him. Bad stuff happened to both of us but he doesn’t keep me locked up. So maybe stop being an ass to the guy that makes Y/N happy for the first time in ten years.”

“Emily,” I said as she started to walk away. “Em!”

“Ground me but I am not apologizing,” she said, walking off back around the corner. I sighed, side eyeing Darren.

“You know what, you say and think what you want about me but don’t you dare speak ill of my daughter,” I said. “She has been through more shit than you could ever know so do not blame her for being defensive of her family which includes your daughter.” 

I stood, putting my hands on my hips, looking out over the barren yard, a light layer of snow dusting it.

“It’s not personal,” said Darren after a beat. “I’d hate any man that tried to take her away. I’ve hated all of her ex’s.”

“I know something about having a daughter that was kidnapped.” I turned over my shoulder, Darren’s face paling. “You didn’t keep her safe. You squashed her. From the moment I met your daughter, I’ve had to help her learn that she can have goals and dreams of her own. She lived her whole life trying to appease you. She will never do that with me. Never. So I understand the fear and pain of dealing with your little girl being taken and feeling like a failure as a father. But we have to let them go because our little girls are a lot stronger than us fathers give them credit for. Let them show us. The only person my kid mouths off with is me, her mother, and Y/N. Her parents. For her to do that just now means you really ticked her off. So stop protecting Y/N for one second and get to know that strong kid of yours.”

He was quiet, no words spoken between us as he rose.

“Your daughter reminds me of Y/N when she was younger.”

“Em adores Y/N…aside when Y/N goes mom mode and makes Em do her chores,” I chuckled. Darren cleared his throat. “The girls are still figuring out their roles but Y/N’s gotten more comfortable stepping into that parental role. They’re friends more than anything. Family.”

“Right,” he said quietly. “How angry is Y/N with me?”

“Oh, pretty mad,” I laughed. “She’ll forgive you eventually. Probably. I’d stop calling her mate a manipulative mutt, though. Might help out there just a tad.”

He lowered his head with a nod. “Let’s go in before you freeze.”

“Alpha,” Y/N murmured from beside me in bed late that night. I had my face shoved into the crook of her neck, arms bundled under her maroon sweatshirt, formerly our sweatshirt, formerly formerly my sweatshirt. “Noooo, get your greedy hands away from my fleece.”

“No can do, darlin’,” I murmured, arms shoved under the soft material, her eyes narrowing. “I’m not going to cop a feel.”

“Sure you won’t,” she teased. “We can play in a minute. Real talk right now.”

“What’s up?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist, lifting my head. Her fingers raked through my hair, massaging my scalp. I hummed, resting my chin on her shoulder. 

“I don’t know what you said to my dad earlier but thank you. He was different.”

“Well, Emily should really get the credit. She stole my thunder,” I said, Y/N’s scent swirling around the room. “Our girl really loves you, you know.”

She flushed, smiling when I kissed her jaw. “Thank you both then.”

“You’re welcome. Now,” I said, grabbing the ends of the sweatshirt, pushing them up her body. “I think you stole this.”

“Going to arrest me for it?” she murmured, pulling me into a chaste kiss before rolling to the far edge of the bed and out of my grasp. She sat up with a fake pout, batting her eyes as I crawled over. “That’s a good look for you, Alpha. On all fours for me.”

“For fucks sake, Omega,” I growled, grabbing her ankle and yanking her body underneath mine as she giggled. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something, Alpha Boy.” I laughed into her neck, kissing over her healed mark. 

“For you, Omega, anything at all.”

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An Olive Branch Among Thorns

Okay so more a/b/o König because heck why not. The last one was so angsty that I had to bring these two back together a bit. I mean, I can't have König just hating the reader, right? Nah there's gotta be more. Also, world building!

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An Olive Branch Among Thorns

You’d spent the past week in König’s home off base. He came back every night, prepared you a meal, and then retired to his office before heading to bed. At first, you’d considered it rude. Then you considered the fact that he was hiding from you in his own home. With that understanding, you had more sympathy for the alpha as he tried to keep the distance between you.

Tonight, he was cooking something a bit more exciting than usual. It was a simple spaghetti, but it was better than the microwave meals he’d been making for the past few days. It was startling to see him cook, particularly because you’d realized the man was a far better cook than you’d chalked him up to be.

He diced the onions into fine little cubes before dashing them from the cutting board into a frying pan. The sizzles that came forth was ripping hot and bright, the only sound that filled the kitchen aside from the whirring fans of the fumehood.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked once more as you sat across the kitchen island.

König looked up at you. His ice cold eyes washed you over briefly, then trained themselves back on the floor.

“No.”

If you hadn’t been listening, his answer would have been lost among the thuds of the knife coming down on the cutting board.

You hated to watch, but he didn’t dare give you a single job to do. Instead, you hung about like an unwanted phantom, unable to tear yourself away from the only action you’d seen all day. Before König came home, you’d spent the day reading the books that covered the home like wallpaper, but you struggled to find something that kept your interest for longer than half an hour. It all seemed terribly dry.

When König had come home, you’d greeted him as you did every day, and he ignored you as he did every day. It was a painful routine to lose yourself in. You desperately wanted to have any sort of human interaction but he kept you shut in his home, out of sight out of mind. It was a simple way of keeping you, and for understandable reasons. He didn’t want to become attached. You desperately wished he would change his mind.

You watched the large man maneuver his body through the tiny kitchen with startling ease. You wondered how long he’d lived here to know just how to duck his head to avoid slamming it into the cupboards as he stood up. Evidently, long enough to figure out how to tuck his enormous frame under the fumehood.

You saw the pure hatred in his eyes when he turned back to look at you. He hid it behind a mask of concern, but you saw that brief flicker for long enough to know just what you were to him. A pest, if that. You knew he despised the fact that he had to care for you. If he could, he would toss you out by the scruff of your neck, but the SHA kept a strict eye on the status of matched couples. Then again, it wasn’t uncommon for alphas to harm their omegas. You’d heard too many horror stories of alphas losing control and tearing their omegas apart. There was a story on the news every other week about it. When König looked at you, the raw hatred that he exuded was enough to remind you of just what place you held in this world.

He hissed as a splatter of oil spat up onto his hand.

Instinctively, you ducked your head and apologized.

As he ran his hand under cool water, he turned to address you properly for the first time since he brought you home.

“Why are you sorry?” he barked.

You flinched and squeaked out, “I’m supposed to be cooking for you.”

König dried his hand and turned back to the frying pan without another word.

You thought that would be the end of it, but it seemed König had other ideas.

“You’re not expected to do anything for me,” he said quietly, “I’ve lived on my own for long enough.”

You scowled.

“What am I supposed to do then?” you challenged him, more vitriol in your tone than you intended.

You’d hoped he hadn’t noticed for a brief moment. Of course, by the way he set his shoulders back and drew himself up to his full height, you couldn’t be further from the truth.

“You,” he glared at you, “are meant to sit down and be quiet. That’s part of being an omega, ja?”

You grit your teeth, “Part of being an omega is providing for their alpha.”

König’s eyes sharpened as his nostrils flared, “Part of being an omega is listening to what an alpha says.”

“So what am I supposed to do all day?” you challenged him further.

König’s harsh glare softened to a defeated look, “I don’t know.”

You guessed you shouldn’t have expected him to know. So thus, you sat quietly and waited for him to finish making the pasta sauce.

Not much later, König turned back to you with a bowl full of spaghetti. Instead of passing it to you, he walked to the table and set the bowl across the table from him. You looked at him for further instruction, but he said nothing as he began to eat.

You slunk into the other chair and picked up your utensils. You looked between them and König, who was pointedly avoiding looking at you.

“Thank you,” you said quietly before eating.

His acknowledging hum was lost by the taste of the bright tomato sauce on your tongue. Fresh herbs entangled with the savory taste of meat as you took in another mouthful. For someone who only cooked microwave meals, you were surprised to find yourself enjoying the fresh meal.

“You like it?”

You looked up at König, who was watching you intently. You didn’t know if you preferred his absence or his intense interest.

“It’s great,” you said quietly before taking another mouthful.

“Gut,” König nodded and turned back to his meal.

You waited a bit before you decided to try and break the silence.

“Was work okay today?” you asked quietly, afraid of your own voice.

König didn’t reply and for a moment, you thought that maybe he hadn’t heard you.

After a brief pause, König cleared his throat, “It was. Was your day okay?”

You put your fork down briefly.

“There wasn’t much to do,” you admitted.

König nodded carefully. He drummed his fingers on the table before he looked back up at you, “It must be lonely here.”

You nodded timidly.

“I see…” König finished off his bowl. He stepped to the kitchen, piled more into his bowl and then sat down with a groan that was echoed by the chair.

“It’s not a big problem,” you tried to say but König waved you off.

“No, it is. You’re in my home now, so I’m responsible for you,” König grumbled as he took another mouthful, “I will give you a phone.”

A phone?

“You’re giving me a phone?” you looked at him strangely, “but aren’t omegas not supposed to own phones?”

König glared into his bowl, “Those rules are meaningless.”

“But what about the SHA?” you asked.

“There’s no laws barring omegas from having their own devices,” König grumbled, “that’s just a myth.”

You looked down at your hands. All this time you were allowed to have your own phone? Your father had strict control over your phone and laptop before you were taken into the SHA program. You’d never had unrestricted access. The thought boggled your mind.

“I can get you one tomorrow,” König promised, “and when I come home I’ll show you some forums where you can talk to others.”

“Other omegas?” you asked hopefully.

“If you’d like,” König offered, “or there’s mixed boards where you aren’t bound to messaging within your own class.”

“That exists?” your world was steadily falling apart at the seams.

König’s eyes widened, almost as though he was shocked or frightened by what was only obvious to you.

“You never knew of those?” König asked incredulously.

“My father never showed me those,” you told him.

“Your father controlled your access to the internet?” König scowled.

“Yeah? Every omega I’ve met uses restricted access devices,” you looked at him as though he’d just grown a second head.

“That’s…” König shook his head, “that’s not right. Look,” he lightly hit the table with his fist, “under this roof, you’re free to do as you please. It’s not my job to control you.”

“But you’re my partner,” you immediately winced.

“I’m not your mate,” König sighed. He tapped his spoon on the table once, twice, then took a deep breath before saying, “I’m sorry you’re stuck with me. I never wanted a mate. It’s too… It’s risky, in this line of work.”

“How come?” you asked.

“Because you could lose me the next time I go overseas,” König explained, “I’m a soldier. I won’t stay here forever. When you lose me, you’ll be matched to another alpha-”

“Or a beta!” you interjected hopefully.

König’s eyebrows knit together.

“You don’t know much about the matching program, do you,” König stated flatly.

“I know enough,” you took a sip of water.

“Well, since you’re an omega O, you’re not likely to get matched with a beta,” König’s lips formed into a line, further exacerbated by a scar that ran back from the left corner of his mouth.

“But my mother was matched with a beta,” you refuted him easily.

“Was your mother and omega O?”

You crumpled into yourself.

“She was an omega A.”

König pointed his fork at you, “Exactly. Omega Os are matched with alphas almost exclusively. So after me, you’ll probably get another alpha. If you’re unlucky, an alpha A, like me.”

You shuddered.

König watched you carefully before turning back to his food.

“So I’m right,” he muttered, “you are scared of me.”

“I’m not scared of you,” you retorted, “I just… I don’t know what other alphas are like.”

König frowned as he glanced up at you briefly, “You don’t know?”

“Not really,” you admitted, “I was in an omega only school growing up.”

König’s face fell, “So you have no idea what we’re like.”

You shook your head.

“Well,” König swirled his fork in his pasta, “we’re bigger. Stronger. You know all that though, everyone does.”

“You’re the biggest person I’ve ever met,” you admitted.

König snorted and shook his head, “I get that a lot,” he chewed carefully before swallowing heavily, “anyways, alphas are known to be aggressive, impulsive. Very…” he searched for a word, “primal. Back in ancient times, we were the ones to control territory and protect our people. Nowadays, we’re too head-strong for the modern world. So they use our bodies for labor, and we’re left to deal with these urges ourselves.”

“I know that stuff,” you tried to hide the tremor in your voice, “I watch the news.”

“What, with alphas tearing apart their partners?” König snorted, “half of those aren’t even real. It’s just a media stunt to turn the public against alphas. The same thing happens to omegas too. You’re made out to be weak nymphomaniacs. You see that too, right?”

You nodded.

“Most alphas will never hurt their partners,” König insisted, “ever. We don’t do that. We’re human beings, not monsters.”

“So you won’t hurt me?” you asked hopefully.

“Never,” König determined, “I would never hurt anyone I don’t have to. You, as my legal partner, will never be hurt by me.”

You nodded along. He’d never hurt you, but he’d never hold you close enough to hurt you either. You tried not to let it hurt you, you’d cried for days over your situation, and yet still it stung to hear ‘my legal partner’ instead of ‘my partner’.

You set your spoon down in your bowl with a final clank.

“I guess I’ll speak to you tomorrow?” you asked solemnly.

König looked down at your bowl and then back up at you.

“If you ever need me,” König traced the rim of his wine glass with a finger, “I’m usually in my office when I’m home,” he looked up at you with a heavy stare, “you don’t have to be afraid of me.”

You tore yourself away from his stare to go and clean your bowl. As you walked out of the room, you could feel his stare still lingering on you until you made your way into your bedroom. 

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August Fic Rec

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It's Deaton who tells Derek that Stiles is back in town, a broken marriage behind him, his daughter in tow.

Fixer Upper by Arsenic - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 39,169, sterek)

After the events of 5a, Stiles is estranged from Scott--and by association, the pack. Derek is off finding himself, or, at least, Germany and some other places. There's a lot of texting and post cards and then Derek comes back to find Stiles missing. Worse, nobody seems to remember Stiles existing.

"Here's to the best and most unconventional decision ever made in Vegas." byEvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 917, sterek)

The last thing Stiles expected when he woke up was to be in bed with Derek. Actually, scratch that. The last thing Stiles expected when he woke up was to be married.

Howl Ya' Doin' ? by wanderingeyre - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 14,196, sterek)

The first few posts of “Howl Ya Doin’?” were just Stiles talking about being a human in a werewolf pack. Then Derek accidentally walked in on Stiles live streaming and Stiles pulled him into an impromptu Q&A about being a born wolf. That video went viral, much to Derek’s horror and Stiles’s barely concealed glee.

Heart's on Fire by julietangel - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,696, sterek)

Stiles should have known it was him, but he blames the games for distracting him from his soulmate.

Torn Apart and Set Anew by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Mature, Words: 18,681, sterek)

“Someone’s here,” Stiles whispered, feeling weirdly numb.

The metal latch clicked. With ice filling his lungs and his fingers shaking terribly, Stiles swiveled his head in the direction of a window and froze for a beat of a second.

There was a face behind the glass.

Forgettable and plain, but at the same time familiar face.

Hello by nightlight9 - (Rating: T, Words: 9,725, sterek)

Stiles calls Derek's cellphone years after having no contact, leaving voicemails for the werewolf though there is never a reply. Then when the number becomes disconnected, Stiles has to venture back to the home that they had build together before he left in order to find out what has happened to the man he loved. The answer is not what he expects, and it makes him evaluate what he left behind.

Deputized by WhoNatural - (Rating: T, Words: 2,423, sterek)

dep·u·tize verb temporarily act or speak as a deputy. synonyms: stand in for, sit in for, fill in for, cover for, substitute for, replace

”"He’s too old for you," Derek grunts, and, shit - Stiles looks indignant.

I Trust You by buckysharons - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,052, sterek)

stiles let’s derek feed off of him for the first time

Neon Flashing Signs by Karla_Kattz - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,799, sterek)

“I don’t know, it’s just…” Derek trails off. “Me being in a room full of alphas?” Stiles tries to help out with words. “Yeah, but… but not only?” Derek sighs. Stiles waits patiently for his boyfriend to gather his thoughts. “You know, I’m always protective of you, but my wolf, it’s never been that anxious. I can’t describe it better.” “We aren’t in a life or death situation. It’s just a Convention. I’ve met other alphas before, plenty of them and sure, I haven’t met them all at once, but still. Plus there are other omegas too,” he tries to resonate. “And I can look after myself. I’m not a damsel in distress.” Seriously, Stiles is a smart omega, raised by a Sheriff. He’s a master of small talk. What can possibly happen, right?

——— Where the pack attends a Werewolf Convention and nothing of what happens was on Stiles‘ bingo card.

[lesservillain]

alpha!best friend!eddie munson x omega!reader

cw: smut, omegaverse and all that goes with it, unprotected piv an: a rewrite of a previous fic that i had once upon a time ago

The summer heat in Hawkins was unrelenting. Even though it said it was only in the 70’s, you and Eddie were both on the verge of a heat stroke in the tin box trailer that you were hiding in. The window unit was blowing cold air directly on you at full blast, but it still felt like you could melt at any moment.

“I’m headed out,” Wayne yells from the living room. “Don’t run up the power bill with that A/C unit in there!”

The two of you groan at the prospect of having to turn the air off, not wanting to even entertain the idea of having to deal with any more heat. Wayne told the two of you to stay in Eddie’s room because he’s convinced the two of you were getting sick. Apparently to Wayne is was a nice day with a cool breeze. Eddie told him he just sounds like the old people who want to move to Florida.

“Fuuuuuck this,” Eddie whines, standing up from the bed. “Now that he’s gone, I’m gonna go take an ice cold shower. At least he wont complain about using all the hot water.”

“Save some for me,” you say as Eddie rounds the bed. He gives you a quick “you got it” before disappearing into the hallway.

Once you hear the click of the bathroom door, you wait a moment before ripping your top off. You stand directly in front of the unit, reveling in the way the cool air directly hits your skin. Maybe you were getting sick, but you’d never felt like this before even with the flu. You just hoped this fever would break soon.

As you stood there listening to the sound of the shower turning on the next room over, you get a sudden urge that takes over your whole body. With Eddie not in the room, you were becoming very aware that you couldn’t smell him anymore. It was driving you nuts to not be close to him. 

You look around you at all the clothes scattered around his floor and it felt like an instinct kicked in that was even greater than your want to be in front of cold air. Picking up the pieces on the floor, you begin to pile them on top of his bed on the side closest to the window. You were a little disappointed in your small pile until you spotted his slightly cracked closet door. 

Pushing it open, you found the jackpot that is Eddie’s dirty clothes pile at the bottom of it. You grab as much of it as you can in one huge armful and are immediately overwhelmed with his intoxicating scent. Eddie had to have changed his soap or his cologne or something to a smell that was the most amazing thing you’d ever smelled in your life.

But it was almost too much. You felt your legs starting to give from under you the more you took in his smell. The heat in your body felt like it was reaching a peak point. 

Then, without warning, you felt a flood of fluid begin to leak from between your legs. It soaked your panties and began to run down your legs with how much was coming from you. You would probably be embarrassed if you weren’t on the verge of doubling over in pain. An unholy ache hit you like a tonne of bricks causing you to fall forward onto Eddie’s bed. The smell of the clothes that your face was now buried in seemed to help a little with the pain, but it wasn’t enough to ease it completely.

A sudden need for Eddie had you calling out his name. You didn’t know if he would even be able to help, but you knew you needed him. You heard a commotion from the bathroom and the door bursts open to the bedroom. Eddie stands there, wide eyed, dripping with water and wearing nothing but a towel. The sight of him alone only made your need for him grow. 

As he was about to speak, his hand suddenly comes to his mouth and he collapses against the door frame. But even as this happens he still doesn’t take his eyes off of you. You reach out a hand towards him and he does his best to stand upright again, making his way across the room to you.

“What--what happened?” He says, struggling to get his words out.

“I don’t know…I think that I might be--”

As soon as he got close to you, you were smacked with his scent so hard that another gush of fluid erupts from between your legs. You needed to be near him. Closer than you are now.

Pushing yourself off from the bed, you watch as Eddie eyes grow as wide as saucers, taking in your topless form. You crawl across the bed to get to where he stands, hand outstretched to grab onto him. But you didn’t get the chance.

Eddie’s hands grab onto your arms, lifting your up so that you were on your knees on the bed. Teetering the edge, you fall into him and make skin to skin contact with his bare, tattooed chest. Every inch of connection sent little waves of relief through you that traveled straight to where you were aching in your core. You press your face into his neck, rubbing into him and basking in his scent. 

Eddie says your name in a breathless whisper, and you look up at him with lidded eyes. But as you move, you feel something digging into your stomach. Looking down you find that Eddie is making a very prominent tent in his towel, which was barely still hanging on at this point. 

When your eyes meet his, you see an almost feral look in them that has goosebumps spreading all over your skin. There’s an unspoken communication between you as you stare into each other’s eyes. It only lasts a few seconds, and you swear you here the sounds of a bell before Eddie’s hands are gripping either side of your face, his lips crashing into yours with a fiery passion.

Euphoria washed over you as the two of you embraced, kissing with a fierceness that rivaled two animals fighting for dominance. But you eventually caved, letting him lean you back against his bed so that he could put his whole weight on your body. It would normally feel like too much, but in the moment it didn’t feel like it was enough. You wanted Eddie in your skin, melting into you until you were one being.

He felt broader in your grasp, maybe even taller than you were used to. Everything about him just felt like he was dwarfing you. Your hands found purchase in his wet curls, little drops of water rolled down your skin and cooled it. Even after taking a cold shower, he still felt like he was burning where the two of you touched.

His hungry kisses soon left your lips and began to trail down your cheek, your neck, until he was in the crook placing kisses on your collarbone. 

At some point when wrapped your legs around his waist you must have knocked off his towel, because when you looked down you got a good view of his hard cock where it lay resting between your legs. You buck your hips up in a feeble attempt to get him closer to you, running his cock against your slick folds. Eddie moans against your skin at the contact.

“Eddie, please, need you,” you plea with him as you continue to rub against him. Eddie lets out hot air into your neck, mumbling something before he’s reaching down between you and grabbing his cock. He fumbles a bit trying to find your entrance, but when he does, he wastes no time pushing into you and beginning to stretch you out. 

The feeling of his cock entering you was so relieving that you came instantly with him only part of the way in. Your slick spills from you, covering Eddie’s cock in the process and getting it plenty wet for him to push the rest of the way into you. Having his cock all the way inside you as you spasm around it was like nothing you ever felt before. You’d had sex before, but no one has ever felt so perfect inside of you as Eddie does right now.

Eddie starts to fuck you through your first orgasm, starting of with a pace that you could tell was him trying to hold back for your sake.

“Eddie, you can go faster,” you say, and he gives you a crazed smile before picking up his pace.

“Feel so fucking amazing. Holy fuck, you have no idea,” he says as he starts to fuck into you like a wild animal. He wraps his arms around your knees and pushes them up as far as they will go, using his body weight to keep himself as close to you as possible.

The look he’s giving you as he pounds into you relentlessly makes your chest flutter. It’s a mix between crazed and adoration, like you hung the moon and stars in his own personal solar system. It made you realize that maybe your not so little crush on your best friend was perhaps reciprocated. At least you hoped that all of this wasn’t just whatever hormones seemed to be pulsing through the two of you right now.

As Eddie’s thrusts became more sporadic, your grip on him tightens. Your nails dig into his back just to hang on, leaving little marks all up and down his back every time you readjust your grip. But, it doesn't last much longer before you eventually let go of him, falling back into the bed.

Eddie takes your loosened grip as an opportunity to switch things up. Before you cal full register whats happening, he pulls out of you fully and completely flips you until you’re on your knees, folded over and fully exposed to him. He wastes to time reentering you, not even giving you the change to complain before he’s really fucking into you like a wild beast. The grip he has on your hips would be painful if you were able to focus on anything other than his cock bullying your insides. 

Everything at this angle was amplified, and you felt yourself being pushed close to the edge for a second time. Pretty soon your were cumming again, soaking Eddie in the process as your vision begins to go white. Your whole body tenses as you have the most powerful orgasm of your life.

The grip you have on Eddie’s cock puts him not far behind you. You begin to feel a tightness at the entrance of your pussy as Eddie’s knot begins to swell. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before he’s pushing himself as far inside of you as he can get, allowing his knot to lock the two of you together.

Hot cum begins to fill your full cunt as Eddie releases everything he has into you. Any ache that you had left over slowly melts away as you feel yourself being filled as full as you can get with Eddie’s cum. 

Eddie begins to breath heavy behind you. His grip loosens, running his hands down your back soothingly as he regains his composure. It feels amazing in contrast to the rough fucking you just received from him, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

After a moment of catching breaths, Eddie is able to maneuver your body so that the two of you are laying on your sides. It feels so nice to lay against him, his arms holding you tight against his chest. He rubs his face into your neck, kissing at the scent glad on the back of your neck.

“So,” you finally say, breaking the silence between the two of you. “I didn’t know you were an alpha.”

“I didn’t either,” Eddie says with a laugh. “Didn’t know you were an omega.”

“Same here,” you respond with a giggle. “Did we both present at the same time?”

“I guess so,” he shrugs behind you.

“I wonder why we presented together…”

Eddie hugs you tighter, breathing you in.

“I mean, it might have something to do with…well…”

You smile, turning back to look at him.

“I like you, too, Eddie.”

“I don’t like you,” he says, making you frown. But his next words have you beaming, “I think I love you. Like, more than just as friends. I’ve been noticing more recently how much I hate seeing you talk to other guys. I want to just lock you up and keep you by my side. Forever.”

Your cheeks flush, and you could almost cry from how happy you were starting to feel at his confession. 

“I feel the same. I don’t like it when you do deals with other girls in the woods. It’s been driving me absolutely insane to see you walk out of the trees with them afterwords.” 

Eddie barks out a laugh. “Trust me, none of those girls want me. I know their little games by now. I’m all yours…if you’ll have me, of course.”

“Well, considering the position we’re in, I don’t think I have any right to say no to that.”

You could feel Eddie cheesing behind you, giddy at the prospect of you finally being his girl. 

“You kids still here?” Wayne calls into the trailer a little while later, but gets no response. He figures it’s best to check on the two of you in case you were getting sick. He approaches the bedroom door, giving a few knocks that also go unanswered. 

He opens the door and peaks in, finding you and Eddie asleep under the covers. He feels relieved hoping that meant whatever fever the two of you were having had broken. 

It also doesn’t get past him how close the two of you are. Eddie’s arms are wrapped around you tight, lips resting gently against your forehead. Wayne chuckles, closing the door behind him. 

“‘bout time.”

thanks for reading!

[estellan0vella]

Completely Hooked: B.C Bang Chan x fem!reader (College AU)

WC: 15.4K

CW: Butthunter Minho, Familial Pressure, Mild Injury, References to intense training, strict coaching methods, and the sacrifices required for high-level figure skating

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The cold air of the rink wraps around you like a familiar blanket as you glide across the ice, the sharp, satisfying scrape of your skates cutting into the surface. The rink is empty, just the way you like it. The faint hum of the lights above and the echo of Hype Boy by NewJeans playing through the speakers you’ve connected to your phone set the perfect atmosphere. You’re in your zone, dressed in your usual skating attire. A white zip-up jacket, black flared leggings, and white gloves. Your hair is tied back in a sleek ponytail, and every movement you make feels smooth and calculated.

You extend your arms, letting yourself flow into a tight spin. The centrifugal force pulls at your body, but it’s a sensation you’ve grown to love. It’s exhilarating. Just as you feel the perfect rhythm, a voice shouts out from the edge of the rink.

“Excuse me!”

The unexpected sound snaps your focus, and for a split second, your spin wobbles. Instinct kicks in, and you manage to catch yourself before you crash, your blades gripping the ice as you slow to a halt.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath, breathing heavily as you regain your composure. Slowly, you turn toward the source of the interruption.

A figure stands just off the rink, leaning casually against the barrier. Short blue hair, an undercut just visible beneath the strands, and an athletic build that’s hard to miss even in the casual hoodie and joggers he’s wearing. 

Bang Chan. The captain of the college football team. President of the Alpha Phi fraternity. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” His hands are up in mock surrender, and his voice carries an undeniable lilt of humour. “Didn’t mean to throw you off like that.”

You skate over to the edge, pulling your gloves tighter against your fingers. “Hello... can I help you?”

Up close, he’s even more confident-looking than you expected, his sharp eyes bright with amusement. A grin stretches across his face, revealing a perfect set of teeth.

“You’re Y/N, right?” he asks, leaning on the barrier. His voice is casual, smooth, like he’s already had this conversation a hundred times in his head.

You nod cautiously, unsure where this is going. “Yeah, that’s me. Why?”

“You’re the one here on the skating scholarship, right? The one people are saying might get scouted for the South Korean Olympic team?”

Your face warms at the mention, though you quickly shake your head. “That’s me, I guess, but I wouldn’t put too much stock in those rumours.”

“Great!” he says, clapping his hands together. “I want to learn how to skate. I’ll pay you for your time.”

You blink, stunned. “You what? You want to learn how to skate?”

“Yeah,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I learned how to run on sand to get faster on the field, and now I want to learn how to be fast on ice. It’ll help me be even quicker for football. Plus,” he gestures to the rink, “if I can become graceful and agile here, I’ll be even better on the field. And I hear you’re the best, so here I am.”

His logic makes sense in a weird, roundabout way, but you’re still processing. “You want me to teach you how to skate?”

Chan nods enthusiastically like this isn’t completely insane. “Exactly! And I’ll pay you, obviously. 71,481 won an hour? That’s fifty bucks in America, right?”

Your jaw drops slightly. “That’s way too much. You don’t need to-”

“Nah, it’s not too much,” he cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “If you’re good at teaching, and I have no doubt you are, I’ll bump it to 100,000 won an hour.”

You let out a small laugh despite yourself. “Rich frat boy, huh?”

He smirks. “And a football player. I’m a cliché. Sue me.”

The offer is tempting, and you have to admit the idea of helping him is intriguing. “Okay,” you say after a moment.

“Great!” His grin widens, and he claps his hands together again. “So when do we start?”

“Six tomorrow.”

“PM?”

“Nope. AM.”

His smile falters for half a second before he recovers, nodding like it’s no big deal. “Good thing I don’t sleep, then.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You will. Newbies your age, you’re going to be tired. You’re twenty-two, right?”

“Shhh, not so loud,” he jokes, holding a finger to his lips.

You roll your eyes but smile. “Sorry, but seriously, this is going to exhaust you. It’s leaps and bounds beyond football practice or running on sand.”

“I’m ready,” he says, determination flashing in his eyes.

You nod, already mentally planning the basics you’ll need to teach him. “Alright then. See you at six.”

As he walks away, whistling the tune of the song still playing through the speakers, you can’t help but wonder what you’ve just gotten yourself into.

The Alpha Phi frat house smells like a strange combination of burnt popcorn, energy drinks, and the faintest hint of whatever cologne Hyunjin decided to drown himself in that morning. Chan sits sprawled on the oversized couch in the living room, his legs stretched out lazily, one arm thrown over the backrest. 

Near the TV, Jeongin, Seungmin, Felix, and Jisung are huddled together on the floor, controllers gripped tightly in their hands as they play Overcooked. Or rather, as they try to play Overcooked while simultaneously tearing into each other with insults.

“Jisung, what the fuck are you doing?!” Felix screams, his voice cracking slightly. “I said chop the fucking onions, not stand there like a dipshit!”

“Your mom’s a fucking dipshit!” Jisung fires back without missing a beat, mashing buttons like his life depends on it.

Jeongin scowls, jabbing his controller angrily. “Felix, if you fuck this order up, I’m going to throw you into the fucking sun. I swear to God.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jeongin. At least I don’t burn the kitchen down every goddamn level!” Felix retorts, his accent thicker when he’s pissed.

Seungmin snorts, his eyes glued to the screen. “Felix, you’re one to talk. You couldn’t saute a fucking mushroom if your life depended on it.”

“Fuck you, Seungmin!” Felix yells, but his words are drowned out by Jisung’s maniacal laughter.

“Your mom couldn’t saute a mushroom either,” Jisung says with a smug grin, prompting groans from everyone else.

“Shut up about moms, Jisung,” Jeongin snaps. “You’re not fucking funny.”

“I’m fucking hilarious,” Jisung counters, leaning back smugly as Felix glares daggers at him. “Your mom thinks so too.”

“Say ‘your mom’ one more time and I’m going to choke you with this controller,” Seungmin threatens, though there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Minho is on his own mission. He saunters past the group, casually squeezing Felix’s ass like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Nice, firm,” Minho comments, nodding appreciatively.

Felix doesn’t even flinch. “Thanks, I guess?”

Minho moves on, smacking Jeongin’s ass next. “Eh, too scrawny. You need to squat more, Jeongin.”

“Can you not?” Jeongin groans, his focus still on the game.

“Oh, I’m absolutely doing this,” Minho replies, patting Seungmin on the back before grabbing his ass, too. “Now this? Chef’s kiss.”

Seungmin sighs heavily but doesn’t bother fighting back. “You’re a menace, Minho.”

“Yeah, and proud of it,” Minho shoots back, unbothered.

Chan watches the chaos with a faint smirk before speaking up. “I’m going to learn how to ice skate.”

The room falls silent. Well, as silent as it can get with the frantic background music of Overcooked blaring from the TV. Everyone turns to stare at him like he’s just announced he’s joining the circus.

“You?” Seungmin says, raising an eyebrow.

Chan nods. “Yep.”

Hyunjin, lounging on an armchair with one leg draped over the armrest, looks genuinely curious. “Have you ever skated before?”

“Nope,” Chan admits easily. “That’s why I have a teacher.”

Changbin leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re gonna eat so much shit, man.”

Hyunjin laughs, tossing his hair over his shoulder dramatically. “He’s gonna break his beautiful face. It’s over for you, Chan.”

Minho claps his hands together. “Let us all say a prayer for Captain Kangaroo.”

As if on cue, everyone folds their hands together mockingly, eyes closed.

“Dear hard-ass ice,” Jisung begins, biting back a grin, “please don’t break Chan’s skull in half when he inevitably falls like a dumbass.”

“Dear blades of death,” Jeongin adds, his voice solemn, “please spare his limbs, but if not, we’ll take donations for the prosthetics.”

“Dear God,” Seungmin says dryly, “please let the headline read ‘Football Captain Dies on Ice’ so we can laugh about it forever.”

Everyone bursts into laughter as Chan flips them both middle fingers.

“Fuck you guys,” Chan says, though his tone is lighthearted.

Minho leans against the back of the couch, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “So, who’s your teacher?”

Chan smirks, leaning back. “Nunya.”

Minho squints at him. “Who’s Nunya?”

“Nunya business,” Chan replies, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Felix snorts so hard he nearly chokes, and Minho retaliates by chucking a piece of popcorn at Chan. It bounces harmlessly off his chest.

“You’re a fucking child,” Minho mutters, shaking his head.

Jisung points at Chan with his controller. “You’re gonna fall so hard your ancestors will feel it. I’m talking fuck yourself up fifty ways to Sunday.”

Seungmin snickers. “Fuck that, he’s gonna snap his neck. ‘Killed by hard water’ is going to be your legacy, bro.”

The group nods solemnly as Chan glares at them, holding up both middle fingers again.

“You’re all assholes,”

At precisely six in the morning, the cold air bites hard enough to seep through even the warmest layers. Chan trudges up to the entrance of the ice rink, his breath puffing out in visible clouds. His black hoodie is pulled snugly over his head, the beanie underneath adding extra warmth, and his scarf is wrapped so tightly around his neck that it’s a miracle he can breathe. His black sweatpants and gloves complete the look. Practical and fully prepared for the icy hell he’s walking into.

Leaning casually against the glass doors is you, bundled in a light pink zip-up jacket and matching gloves, black flared leggings flowing perfectly to your light pink Converse. Your hair is pulled into a neat ponytail, and a tote bag hangs from your shoulder. A steaming cup of coffee rests in your gloved hand, and a second cup sits on the ledge beside you.

When Chan steps closer, you glance up and smile, your voice soft and light. “Good morning. I got you an Americano.”

“God bless,” he groans, gratefully taking the offered cup and blowing on it before taking a tentative sip. “You’re a literal lifesaver. I didn’t think I’d survive this early.”

You giggle quietly. “Well, you showed up. That’s the first step. And you layered up.”

“Hell yeah, I did,” he says, gesturing to his outfit. “I don’t do well with the cold, and I know I’m gonna fall on my ass, so I figured I’d better have something between me and the ice. Honestly, I even considered wrapping myself in bubble wrap.”

You laugh, the sound delicate but genuine. “Bubble wrap would’ve been a bold choice. Could’ve started a new trend.”

“Exactly!” he says with a smirk, taking another sip of his coffee.

You push off the door and nod toward the entrance. “Come on. We’ve got the rink to ourselves for now.”

Once inside, the rink's chill feels sharper than the cold outside, and Chan pulls his scarf tighter. You stop near the benches, set your tote bag down, and pull out your pristine white skates.

“Grab your size in skates,” you tell him, motioning toward the wall of rentals.

Chan heads over, scanning the sizes until he finds a pair that looks right. He picks them up and returns to the bench, dropping down beside you. While you expertly lace up your skates, Chan fumbles with his.

When he’s finally done, you glance over and immediately frown. “They’re too loose. You’ll sprain your ankle like that.”

“What?” he asks, confused, looking down at the skates. “They feel fine.”

You shake your head, already crouching in front of him. “Trust me, they’re not. Hold still.”

Chan watches, bemused, as you loosen the laces and start retying them with practised precision. “You’re really doing this for me, huh?” he asks, grinning down at you.

“Of course,” you say, focused on the skates. “Can’t have you breaking an ankle on day one.”

When you finish one skate, you sit back. “Okay, try and move your ankle.”

Chan twists his foot slightly, nodding. “I can’t roll it.”

“Good. That means you won’t snap it,” you say with a small smile, moving to tighten his other skate. “Gotta save your football captain-ship, after all.”

“Angel in skates, saving my ankles,” he murmurs, and you let out a soft giggle.

Once his skates are secure, you sit back on your heels and reach into your tote bag. “I got you something.”

Chan raises an eyebrow as you pull out a helmet, a bright blue one adorned with Frozen stickers featuring Elsa and Olaf.

“Oh no,” he groans, already knowing where this is going.

“Oh yes,” you reply, giggling as you hold it up.

“You’re mean,” he grumbles, but he leans down slightly, letting you place the helmet on his head.

“Safety first,” you say sweetly, buckling the strap under his chin as he mutters something about hating his life.

Once the helmet is secure, you knock it lightly with your knuckles. “Okay, now knock it three times. It’s good luck.”

“Seriously?” he asks, exasperated.

“Yup. And maybe say a prayer, too. It can’t hurt,” you tease, your voice playful.

With a sigh that borders on dramatic, Chan knocks the helmet three times, muttering, “Please don’t let me die.”

You laugh, the sound soft but warm. “Perfect. Now you’re ready.”

As he follows you toward the rink, Chan can’t help but wonder how someone so soft-spoken and reserved could also be so damn witty. He’s definitely in for a ride. 

The rink hums with the familiar opening beats of Sherlock by SHINee as you adjust your phone on the small speaker dock near the bench. The music blasts out, echoing across the empty space. Chan, standing awkwardly by the edge of the rink, perks up almost immediately.

“Oh, I love this song!” he exclaims, tapping his gloved fingers against his thigh in rhythm. “I actually sampled part of it for my music production assignment last year.”

You look over at him, surprised but impressed. “Good taste. You’re officially approved.”

He smirks, running a hand over the top of his helmet. “So, what else do you have on this playlist? Because this is already fire.”

You finish setting up and slip your phone into your tote bag. “It’s a blend of everything. SHINee, Blackpink, Bruno Mars, Disney songs. Anything you can think of, you’ll probably hear at some point.”

Chan tilts his head thoughtfully. “Eminem?”

“Obviously,” you reply with a small laugh, already pulling on your gloves more securely. “The adrenaline spike Eminem gives you is perfect for fast skating. You’ll see.”

He nods, visibly excited despite his nerves. “Alright, alright. This is gonna be good.”

You step onto the ice with ease, your skates gliding effortlessly over the surface as you turn back to watch him. “Okay, your turn,” you say, motioning for him to follow.

Chan hesitates for a moment before placing one skate on the ice. His brows furrow in concentration as he steps forward. Only for his legs to immediately slide out from under him.

“Shit!” he yells, flailing wildly.

Reacting quickly, you skate forward and grab his arm, steadying him before he faceplants onto the ice. His weight leans heavily on you for a moment, and you grimace but hold him up. “Gotcha,” you say, helping him straighten.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, gripping your arm for dear life. “That’s terrifying.”

You laugh softly, stepping back just enough to keep your balance while still supporting him. “It’s slippery, in case you didn’t notice.”

“No shit,” he grumbles, gripping your hands as you position yourself in front of him.

Skating backwards, you guide him slowly, your hands gripping his firmly. “Okay, try to find your balance. Just stand upright and let your legs adjust.”

“I’m trying,” he groans, his knees wobbling dangerously. “It’s like the ice hates me.”

“You’re doing fine,” you assure him, though you can’t help the amused smile tugging at your lips as his feet slide again. “Just relax. Trust me.”

“It’s all the helmet’s fault,” Chan says after a particularly ungraceful stumble.

You raise an eyebrow. “Then take it off.”

Without hesitation, he yanks the helmet off and tosses it to the side. “Much better.”

The relief lasts all of three seconds before his legs betray him again, and he slips, only barely catching himself by gripping your arms.

You suppress a laugh, though it’s hard. “Aish, this is going to take a long time.”

He shrugs, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “I’m paying you, so it’s fine. You can laugh at my misery if it makes the time go faster.”

Shaking your head, you steady him once more. “Alright, forget moving your feet right now. We’re just focusing on balance. I’ll skate backwards and pull you, okay? You don’t move your feet at all. Just focus on staying upright and get used to the feeling.”

He nods determinedly. “Got it. No moving, just balance. I can do that.”

You grin, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze. “Good. Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” he mutters.

You start skating backwards again, pulling him gently along. His legs wobble like a newborn deer’s, but he stays upright. Barely.

“See? Not so bad,” you say, watching him carefully.

“This is humiliating,” he grumbles, though there’s a hint of a smile on his face. “But I’m alive, so that’s a win.”

“It’s only day one,” you remind him, your voice soft but encouraging. “You’ll get there. Baby steps.”

Chan exhales heavily but nods. “Thanks for not letting me die.”

You giggle quietly, your skates slicing gracefully through the ice as you pull him along. It’s going to be a long morning, but you can’t help but enjoy the challenge he’s already proving to be.

Chan leans against the kitchen counter, a bowl of steaming ramen in hand, slurping the noodles like it’s the best meal he’s had all week. The kitchen is dimly lit, the midday sunlight filtering through the window over the sink. Minho strolls in, a bag of chips tucked under his arm, his casual confidence filling the room before he even says a word.

“So,” Minho starts, dropping the chips onto the counter with a crunch of the bag. “How are the lessons going? First one was earlier, right?”

Chan groans, dragging his free hand down his face. “It’s so fucking hard, dude. Like, I looked like fucking Bambi out there.”

Minho snickers, hopping onto the counter and ripping open the bag of chips. “Did you eat shit?”

Chan shakes his head, shoving another mouthful of ramen into his mouth before answering. “Nah, surprisingly, I didn’t fall. I held my teacher’s hands, and she just skated backwards, towing me along like some kind of ice-skating goddess. She made me wear a helmet, though.”

Minho cackles, pointing at him. “A helmet? Oh, that’s gold. Bet you looked like a total dweeb.”

“Didn’t last long,” Chan says, shrugging. “I ripped that shit off after a few minutes.”

Minho grins, popping a chip into his mouth. “So, tell me. Is she hot?”

Chan rolls his eyes, already anticipating where this is going. “Can you not?”

“Well?” Minho persists, raising an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you currently rocking a boner for Jisung?” Chan counters, smirking as he slurps his ramen.

Minho doesn’t miss a beat. “I’m a bisexual man, thank you very much. But yes, Jisung is currently the object of my desires and my homosexual adoration.”

Chan nearly chokes on his noodles, laughing as he shakes his head. “You’re fucking ridiculous.”

Minho shrugs dramatically. “What can I say? Love is love, my dude. Anyway, do you think your teacher is cute? Is that why you’re not telling us who she is? Do you have a little crush?”

Chan sets his bowl down on the counter with a sigh. “I barely know her.”

“Fine,” Minho says, tilting his head with a mischievous grin. “Lust at first sight, then?”

Chan hesitates for a moment before throwing his hands up. “Okay, objectively, yeah, she’s very good-looking. Like, straight out of a fucking Disney movie pretty. I’m genuinely surprised there aren’t birds circling her or some shit. And objectively-” He pauses, gesturing vaguely, “-her flared leggings make her ass look really nice. Like, really nice.”

Minho’s eyes light up with interest. “Now I have to meet her. You know I’m an ass man.”

Before Chan can protest, Minho hops off the counter and immediately grabs a handful of Chan’s ass, squeezing firmly.

Chan doesn’t even flinch, too busy slurping his ramen. “You know if you ever meet my skating teacher, you can’t touch her ass, right?”

Minho gasps in mock offence, placing a hand over his chest. “I’m not a fucking pervert, Chan. I only squeeze my bros’ asses, not random women. I’m not a predator. I just have so much love for you guys, so I fondle your asses.”

Chan snorts, setting his bowl aside. “Go grope Jisung’s ass, then. We all know you’ve got a crush on him.”

“That may be true,” Minho says with a shrug, “but your ass is a whole different kind of cake. Stunning. Flawless. Absolute perfection in an ass.”

Chan shakes his head, muttering something about Minho being insane as he resumes eating. Minho, meanwhile, continues his assault, squeezing and pinching with what can only be described as expert precision before slapping Chan’s ass hard enough to echo in the kitchen.

Chan doesn’t even blink, calmly slurping his ramen as if nothing happened.

“It’s so firm,” Minho marvels, resuming his fondling like it’s an Olympic sport.

Chan sighs, finally looking over his shoulder. “You gonna tell Jisung you’ve got a crush on him, or are you just gonna keep groping me like this?”

Minho hums thoughtfully, still squeezing. “Maybe. You think I should?”

“Yeah,” Chan says, deadpan, taking another bite of ramen as if this is the most normal conversation in the world.

Minho squeezes harder for good measure. “Alright. Maybe I will.”

Chan doesn’t bother responding, letting Minho continue his nonsense. It’s just another day in the Alpha Phi frat house.

The cold morning air stings Chan’s face as he pulls his scarf tighter, trudging toward the rink with his skates slung over one shoulder. His breath forms little puffs in the air, and he’s already dreading the moment he has to step onto the ice again. Still, he’s been at this for a week now, and he’s determined to improve, even if his legs still feel like jelly every time he steps on the rink.

As he approaches the doors, the unmistakable beat of “Bang Bang Bang” by BIGBANG echoes out into the crisp air. The heavy bass and rapid-fire lyrics reverberate through the building, and Chan finds himself smirking. Whoever’s playlist this is, they’ve got taste.

Inside, he spots you gliding effortlessly across the ice. You’re wearing a light blue zip-up jacket that matches your skates and gloves, your black flared leggings hugging your form perfectly. Your hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and you move like you’re one with the ice, every glide smooth and controlled.

When you catch sight of him, you wave, a bright smile lighting up your face. Chan waves back, shaking his head with a small laugh as he heads toward the wall of skates.

“You’re early,” you call out over the music, your voice barely audible over the pounding bass.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, grabbing a pair of skates in his size and plopping down on the bench to lace them up. “Don’t act so surprised.”

You chuckle softly, skating over to the edge of the rink to wait for him. “I’m just impressed you’re still showing up. Most people quit after day two.”

Chan snorts as he pulls his scarf off and stuffs it into his bag. “What can I say? I’m built different.”

“Sure you are,” you tease, leaning against the barrier.

Once his skates are laced tightly, Chan stands, wobbling slightly as he walks toward the rink. The moment his blades touch the ice, he feels the familiar rush of nerves. But before he can chicken out, you’re already there, reaching for his hands.

“Ready?” you ask, your tone gentle but playful.

“Let’s get this over with,” he mutters, taking your hands as you step backwards, pulling him onto the ice.

“Confidence is key,” you say, smirking as you skate backwards with practised ease.

Chan clings to your hands like they’re a lifeline, his legs shaking slightly as he tries to find his balance. “Confidence is fucking useless when your feet hate you,” he grumbles.

You laugh, your grip steady as you guide him forward. “Relax. You’re not gonna fall if you just listen to me.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before,” he says, his tone dripping with scepticism. But he doesn’t let go, letting you tow him along as the music shifts to another upbeat track.

You skate backwards effortlessly, your movements fluid and unhurried as you watch him carefully. “Okay, focus on keeping your core steady. Don’t lock your knees, but don’t let them go completely loose either. Feel the ice, don’t fight it.”

“Feel the ice,” Chan repeats with a scoff. “The ice doesn’t like me.”

“It doesn’t like anyone at first,” you reply with a small smile. “But it’ll warm up to you if you’re patient.”

Chan groans but tries to adjust his posture, his knees wobbling less as he gets used to the sensation of sliding forward. “Why does this look so fucking easy when you do it?”

“Because I’ve been doing it my whole life,” you say simply. “It’s like walking for me.”

“Well, I’ve been walking for 22 years, and I still almost trip on flat ground, so...” He trails off, his grin betraying his self-deprecating tone.

You laugh softly, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze. “You’re doing better than you think. Just keep breathing and don’t overthink it.”

“Not overthinking is impossible,” he mutters but continues moving as you guide him.

The song changes again, the familiar opening beats of a Disney classic filling the air. Chan raises an eyebrow as the music swells. “Is that... Under the Sea?”

You nod, grinning. “Told you, my playlist has everything.”

He lets out a laugh, finally relaxing a little. “Okay, I’ll give you that. Your playlist slaps.”

You smile, continuing to pull him along. “See? You’re already having fun.”

“Let’s not get carried away,” he jokes, but the tension in his voice is gone, replaced by a quiet determination.

As the song plays on, Chan starts to find a rhythm, his steps steadier, his balance improving ever so slightly. You notice the subtle shift and feel a small surge of pride. He’s rough around the edges, sure, but he’s trying, and that’s more than most people.

“Good,” you say softly, your voice encouraging. “You’re getting the hang of it.”

You come to a stop, standing steady on the ice while Chan grips your hands tightly. His face is a mix of concentration and sheer terror as you give him an encouraging nod. “Okay,” you say gently, your tone light but firm, “now start moving your feet. One in front of the other. You’ve got this. Just keep holding my hands.”

Chan exhales sharply, visibly steeling himself before he shifts his weight. He tentatively moves one foot forward, the blade wobbling slightly as it meets the ice. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath, his grip tightening on your hands.

“You’re fine,” you reassure him, steadying him. “Just keep going, nice and slow. One foot-”

The moment his second foot moves, everything goes to shit. His balance shifts completely out of his control, and before you can react, he’s falling forward. His momentum carries him directly into you, his shoulder slamming hard into your sternum as the both of you crash onto the ice. The impact knocks the breath out of you, and you groan, your back hitting the cold surface as Chan sprawls half on top of you.

“Fuck,” you wheeze, lying there for a moment as you process what just happened.

Chan quickly rolls off you, his face a mixture of panic and guilt as he scrambles to sit up. “Holy shit, are you okay? I didn’t mean to- Fuck, sorry-”

Still lying flat, you rub your chest where his shoulder rammed into you. “You’re heavy,” you groan, wincing as the ache spreads.

Chan looks both mortified and defensive. “I’m pure muscle!”

“Muscle is still heavy,” you reply, your voice weak but laced with humour. “I feel like I just got bulldozed.”

Chan snorts despite himself, running a hand through his hair. “Pretty fucking effective for a football player, huh?”

You nod, still lying down. “Yep. I’ll give you that. You’re like a human wrecking ball.”

He reaches out a hand to help you sit up, and you groan again as you prop yourself up, your face scrunching in discomfort. “Oh god,” you mutter dramatically. “I think I can taste spinal fluid.”

That’s all it takes for Chan to lose it. He lets out a loud, unrestrained laugh, shaking his head as he tries to compose himself. “Jesus Christ, you’re ridiculous.”

You flop back down, your arms spread wide on the ice. “You killed me. I went out fighting, though. Pretty fucking heroic, right?”

Chan’s laughter echoes through the empty rink, his broad shoulders shaking as he leans back. “Heroic as fuck,” he agrees, his grin wide and boyish.

Your giggles join his, the pain in your chest momentarily forgotten as the absurdity of the situation settles in. You’re both lying there, sprawled out on the cold ice, laughing like idiots.

After a moment, you sigh dramatically, rubbing your ribs. “I’m definitely gonna be bruised. I feel sorry for the guys you ram into on the field.”

Chan leans on his elbow, smirking. “Yeah, and with them, I’m running at full force.”

You turn your head to look at him, mock-serious. “You should say a prayer for them. Poor guys never stood a chance.”

He chuckles, nodding. “True. Maybe I’ll light a candle for them or something.”

Your giggles turn into a full laugh, and Chan can’t help but laugh with you, his voice rich and warm in the chilly air.

It takes a few minutes for either of you to make an effort to move, the laughter slowly subsiding into soft chuckles. For a moment, the ice doesn’t feel so cold, and the ache in your chest is almost worth it.

Chan pushes open the door to the Alpha Phi frat house, his bag slung over his shoulder, exhaustion settling into his bones after a long day of lectures and the chaotic morning lesson at the rink. The familiar sound of muffled laughter and shuffling feet greets him as he steps into the kitchen.

Inside, Minho is leaning against the counter, casually snacking on a granola bar with one hand while his other hand is firmly planted on Jisung’s ass. Jisung is up on a step stool, rummaging through the top cupboards in search of snacks, completely unbothered by Minho’s shameless groping.

“How did it go?” Minho asks, his voice light with curiosity as he kneads Jisung’s ass like it’s a stress ball.

Chan sighs, setting his bag on the counter. “I nearly broke her back.”

Minho snorts, the granola bar almost falling from his mouth. “What?”

“I tried to move my feet,” Chan says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Forward I went, straight into her. Took her out completely. Fucking human pancaked the poor girl.”

Jisung, still bent over the cupboard, pauses to snicker before hopping down from the stool with a bag of Doritos in hand. “I’m surprised she got back up. I’ve been knocked down by you in practice before, and I swear to God, I saw the pearly gates.”

Chan chuckles, shaking his head. “She didn’t get back up right away. She was sort of... plastered to the ice. I had to peel her off of it. Then she said she could taste spinal fluid.”

Minho bursts out laughing, doubling over as he clutches his stomach. Jisung joins in, cackling so hard he nearly drops the Doritos.

“Holy shit!” Jisung wheezes, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “That’s so fucked up.”

Minho wipes his eyes, his laughter dying down into a smug grin. “You’re a menace, Chan. You’re out here turning figure skaters into roadkill.”

Chan rolls his eyes, unfazed by their teasing. “I didn’t do it on purpose, obviously. Besides, she was laughing about it five minutes later.”

“That poor girl,” Minho says dramatically, taking another bite of his granola bar. “She’s probably icing her ribs as we speak.”

Jisung, still grinning, nudges Chan with his elbow. “You really peeled her off the ice? Like a cartoon character?”

“Pretty much,” Chan admits with a shrug. “It wasn’t exactly my finest moment, but she’s fine. I checked, like, a hundred times.”

“Dude,” Minho says, shaking his head with mock pity. “You’re out here breaking spines and shit, and she’s still willing to teach you? She’s either a saint or she’s got a death wish.”

Chan smirks, crossing his arms. “She’s a professional. She knows what she’s doing.”

Minho hums thoughtfully, reaching out to give Jisung’s ass another firm squeeze. Jisung barely reacts, popping a Dorito into his mouth like this is just another Tuesday.

“You know what I think?” Minho says, his tone conspiratorial.

“What?” Chan asks, arching an eyebrow.

“I think she’s secretly into you,” Minho declares, grinning wickedly. “Why else would she keep putting up with you smashing her into the ice?”

Chan rolls his eyes again, grabbing a bottle of water from the counter. “She’s my skating teacher, not my therapist. She’s just doing her job.”

Minho and Jisung exchange a look before both of them burst out laughing again.

Chan shakes his head, muttering, “You guys are fucking idiots,” as he takes a long sip of water.

Without warning, Minho rears his hand back and slaps Jisung’s ass with a resounding CRACK that echoes through the kitchen like a firework.

“FUCK!” Jisung yells, dropping the Doritos as he collapses to the floor, clutching his ass with both hands.

Chan doubles over in laughter, nearly choking on his water as he points at Jisung. “Holy shit, Minho, what the fuck was that?!”

Minho is laughing too, casually brushing crumbs off his hoodie. “That,” he says, grinning, “was justice. For what? I don’t fucking know. But it felt necessary.”

Jisung lies on the kitchen floor, writhing like a fish out of water, his face scrunched up in exaggerated pain. “You- You absolute dickhead! You just clapped my cheek into my fucking shoulder blades!”

Chan howls with laughter, leaning against the counter for support as Jisung flops around like he’s been mortally wounded.

“You’re such a drama queen,” Minho says, rolling his eyes, though his grin hasn’t budged.

Jisung props himself up on one elbow, glaring at Minho. “Drama queen? DRAMA QUEEN? You assaulted me, you ass-hungry psycho! Dishonour! Dishonour on you! Dishonour on your family! DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!”

Minho bursts out laughing, clapping his hands. “Really? You’re quoting Mulan right now?”

“Damn fucking right, I am!” Jisung yells, flopping onto his back before immediately rolling onto his stomach, his hands still clutching his ass. “Because this is a betrayal of epic proportions! Fucking treason!”

“Betrayal?” Minho snorts, his tone teasing. “That’s rich coming from the guy who ate the last slice of my pizza last week.”

“Fuck your pizza!” Jisung yells, though it’s muffled as he presses his forehead to the floor. “And fuck you, too! You’re a sadistic, ass-slapping son of a bitch with no regard for personal boundaries!”

Chan is practically crying with laughter at this point, struggling to keep himself upright. “Jisung, you’re such a fucking baby.”

Jisung glares at him from the floor. “Don’t fucking start with me, Captain Wrecking Ball. You’ve already got blood on your hands from your skating teacher or whatever the fuck.”

“Fair point,” Chan says with a grin, raising his hands in mock surrender.

Minho crouches down next to Jisung, patting his back. “Alright, alright. I get it. You’re in pain. Want me to make it better?”

Jisung lifts his head just enough to shoot Minho a suspicious look. “What, are you gonna slap the other cheek so they’re even? Fuck off.”

“No, dumbass,” Minho says, rolling his eyes. “I’ll give you a massage. Calm your tits.”

“This better be a top-tier massage, or I’m suing your ass.”

Minho chuckles, sitting cross-legged beside him. “You’re already obsessed with my ass, so you wouldn’t dare sue it.”

“Shut the fuck up and start massaging,” Jisung grumbles, burying his face in his folded arms.

As Minho begins kneading Jisung’s lower back and hips with what can only be described as alarming precision, Chan watches, shaking his head in disbelief. “You guys are so fucking weird,” he says, though there’s no malice in his tone.

“Welcome to Alpha Phi,” Minho quips, flashing Chan a cheeky grin before turning his attention back to Jisung. “How’s that, drama queen? Feel better now?”

Jisung groans, his voice muffled. “I hate to admit it, but yeah. Your hands are like fucking magic. It’s pissing me off how good this is.”

Minho smirks, his fingers working expertly. “I’m a man of many talents.”

Chan just shakes his head again, muttering, “What the fuck is wrong with you two?” before walking out of the kitchen, leaving the chaos behind.

The morning is crisp, and the chill bites at your cheeks as you step off the bus, the city slowly waking around you. Your tote bag rests on your shoulder, filled with your skates and the usual odds and ends, while your lavender jacket offers some warmth against the cold. You pull your gloves tighter, tucking your fingers into fists as you glance toward the rink.

Chan is already there, standing by the entrance with two coffees in hand. His breath puffs out in little clouds as he bounces slightly on the balls of his feet, trying to keep warm. He spots you immediately, raising one of the cups in greeting.

“Apology coffee,” he says as you approach, his voice warm and light. “For flattening you last week.”

You can’t help but smile as you take the latte from his outstretched hand. “Thank you,” you say softly, the warmth of the cup already soothing against your cold fingers.

“Least I could do,” he says with a shrug, his black hoodie and scarf pulled tight against the morning chill. “Figured I owed you after using you as a crash pad.”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head. “You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.”

Together, you head inside, the familiar cold of the rink hitting your faces as the door swings shut behind you. Chan moves to a bench, setting his coffee down as he pulls out his skates. You do the same, slipping your shoes off and pulling out your pristine white skates from your tote bag.

As you lace up your skates with ease, Chan fumbles with his, muttering a string of curses under his breath as he fights with the laces. You suppress a giggle, standing up and grabbing your phone from your bag. A few taps later, music fills the rink. “Okay,” you say, stepping onto the ice with a smooth glide. “I had a thought.”

Chan glances up, one skate still half-laced. “A thought?”

“Yep,” you reply, skating over to one corner of the rink. You stop by a small gate and swing it open, disappearing briefly before emerging with a brightly coloured kiddy support penguin.

Chan freezes, staring at the penguin like it just insulted his mother. “You have got to be shitting me.”

You grin, pushing the penguin toward him. “I shit you not.”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face as he finishes tying his skate. “My reputation is going to be in tatters. If anyone sees this...”

“Who would I tell?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He narrows his eyes at you, scepticism written all over his face. “You’re serious about this?”

“Our secret,” you say, offering him a playful smile.

Chan sighs, getting to his feet and wobbling slightly as he steps onto the ice. “Fine. But only because I trust you.”

You chuckle, pushing the penguin closer to him. “Good choice. Now grab the handles. It’ll help with your balance while you get the hang of moving your feet.”

“This is humiliating,” he mutters, gripping the penguin reluctantly.

“Not if no one knows,” you tease, skating backwards to give him space. “Besides, it’s either this or flattening me again. Pick your poison.”

Chan snorts, rolling his eyes but giving in. “Alright, Mr. Penguin. Let’s do this.”

The cold air bites at Chan’s face as he leans heavily on the penguin, his legs wobbling with every hesitant step. You skate alongside him effortlessly, your strides smooth and fluid as you keep an eye on his movements. He’s panicking, you can see it in the way his shoulders are tensed and his grip on the penguin is borderline strangling the poor plastic.

“You’re panicking,” you say, your tone calm but firm. “Don’t panic.”

Chan nods quickly, his breathing uneven. “Not panicking,” he mutters through gritted teeth, which only makes it clearer that he absolutely is.

“Breathe,” you say gently, gliding closer to him. “Don’t fight the ice. It’ll always win. You can’t fight nature.”

“This isn’t natural ice,” he quips without thinking, his voice tinged with frustration.

You click your tongue, shooting him a pointed look. “Sorry, sorry,” he amends quickly, adjusting his grip on the penguin. “I won’t fight the unnatural ice. Where did you learn that, anyway?”

Chan doesn’t notice as he instinctively loosens his hold on the penguin, his legs growing steadier without the added crutch. You don’t comment, letting him focus on the conversation instead.

“My first coach,” you say, your voice softer now. “He was harsh. I’d fall, and he’d make me get back up. No excuses. When I was nine, I broke my collarbone in practice. He still made me skate. I’ve been my family’s meal ticket since I started competing.”

Chan slows slightly, glancing at you. “Wait, seriously? That’s—shit, that’s a lot.”

You shrug, your expression unreadable. “I’ve got two younger siblings. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, right? Someone has to pave the way. The Olympics are the only way I can keep my family fed and make sure my siblings have a shot too.”

Chan’s face softens, and he nods. “I get that. I’ve got two younger siblings too. They’re everything to me.”

You glance at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “You also let go of the penguin a minute and a half ago and are still upright.”

His eyes widen, and he immediately glances down at his hands. Realizing they’re empty, his face lights up with pure delight. “Holy shit, I did!”

He throws his hands up in triumph. “I’m skating! I’m fucking skating!”

The celebration lasts about three seconds before his balance wobbles, and his legs betray him.

“Shit—!” he yells as he teeters dangerously.

You lunge forward instinctively, grabbing his arm to steady him, but the force of his weight pulling against you is too much. The both of you topple, crashing onto the ice in a tangle of limbs. Chan, reacting quickly, twists mid-fall so that you land on top of him instead of the other way around.

“Oof,” you exhale as you hit his chest, your hands braced against his hoodie.

Chan groans softly beneath you but quickly breaks into a grin. “Well, isn’t this cosy?”

“You’re a hazard,” you mutter, still catching your breath as you push yourself up slightly.

“And yet, here we are,” he replies, smirking.

You shake your head, exasperated but amused, as you stay perched on top of him for a moment. “So, is the Olympics your dream?” he asks, his tone curious.

You pause, your gaze flicking away from his for a moment. “No. My dream got shot down pretty quick. I wanted to do Disney on Ice.”

Chan blinks, caught off guard. “Wait, seriously? Disney on Ice?”

You nod, the hint of a wistful smile on your face. “Yeah. I wanted to be Silvermist. She was cool.”

He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating beneath you. “Silvermist? The fairy from Tinker Bell?”

“She’s awesome,” you say defensively, your voice firm but playful. “Don’t judge.”

“No judgment here,” he replies, his grin widening. “You’d make a great Silvermist.”

You laugh softly, the sound light and genuine as you finally push yourself up. “Alright, enough lying around. Back to skating.”

Chan groans dramatically but lets you help him up, ready to tackle the ice again, penguin or not.

Chan bursts through the front door of the Alpha Phi frat house, his energy spilling into the room like a tidal wave. He’s practically bouncing on his feet, a grin so wide it threatens to split his face in two. The rest of the guys are scattered around the living room. Hyunjin is sprawled on the couch sketching in his notebook, Minho and Jisung are half-wrestling over the last bag of chips, Felix is tinkering with his camera, and the others are strewn across various chairs and beanbags.

“I did it!” Chan announces loudly, throwing his arms in the air like he’s just won an Olympic medal. “I stayed upright without holding anyone’s hands! I used the penguin for, like, five minutes, and then I fucking did it!”

Minho lets go of Jisung, who immediately shoves the chip bag under his shirt and retreats to a safe corner. Minho doesn’t care; he’s focused on Chan now. “And?” he asks, his tone teasing as he leans back against the couch.

“And we had a nice talk, and then we fell, and I saved her like a fucking Disney prince!” Chan says, still riding the high of his accomplishment.

Felix perks up, his camera momentarily forgotten. “Do you like her?” he asks, his voice light but with an edge of curiosity.

“Why does everyone think that?!” Chan exclaims, throwing his hands up. “I’m just learning to skate! Can’t a guy learn something new without everyone assuming shit?”

Hyunjin doesn’t even look up from his sketchbook, his pencil moving fluidly across the page. “Your dopey Disney dream smile is a dead giveaway,” he says dryly.

“What fucking smile?” Chan retorts, frowning.

“That one,” Hyunjin says, finally glancing up to smirk at Chan. “The one you’ve had since you walked in here, grinning like you’re starring in Cinderella.”

The room erupts in laughter, and Chan scowls, crossing his arms. “You guys are fucking insufferable.”

Changbin grins, leaning forward in his chair. “We should meet this girl. If she’s teaching you how to skate, she’s gotta be a saint.”

“NO!” Chan yells, his voice almost cracking as he steps back like the suggestion physically hurt him. “No! I have a good thing going! A good thing that’s mine. Far, far removed from you fucking idiots. You’re not meeting her.”

Jeongin raises an eyebrow, lounging lazily in an armchair. “He likes her,” he says simply, popping a handful of trail mix into his mouth.

“What?” Chan snaps, his tone defensive and a little too quick. “Pfft. No! I don’t-” He stops himself, stumbling over his words. “That’s not- It’s not like that!”

Jisung, still clutching the chip bag protectively, snickers. “Bro, you’re literally glowing. Like, if she isn’t your crush, I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.”

“She’s my teacher,” Chan argues, glaring at them. “I’m learning how to skate. That’s it. End of story.”

“Sure, Captain Kangaroo,” Minho says with a smirk. “You’re not fooling anyone.”

Chan flops onto the couch and the guys are settling back into their usual chaos, but something lingers in his mind, tugging at his curiosity. He sits up a little straighter, his brow furrowing slightly. “Quick question,” he starts, glancing around the room. “Who is Silvermist? I know she’s from Tinker Bell, but who is she exactly?”

Felix’s head snaps up from his camera, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Oh my God, yes! Let me educate you, my friend,” he says, practically vibrating with excitement as he sets his camera down and leans forward.

“Silvermist,” Felix begins, his tone reverent, “is one of Tinker Bell’s best friends. She’s a water fairy, which means she has the ability to manipulate water—super cool, right? She’s calm and serene, like, all the time, even when everyone else is losing their shit. And- Oh! She’s voiced by Lucy Liu in the movies. Like, how fucking iconic is that? Lucy Liu as a fairy? Genius casting!”

Chan blinks, but he nods, genuinely intrigued. “Okay, that’s actually pretty cool.”

Felix isn’t done. He’s on a roll now, his hands waving animatedly as he continues. “She’s also super graceful, like, she makes everything look effortless, and her outfits are always on point. She’s got this whole ethereal, elegant vibe going on, but she’s not boring. She’s low-key hilarious when she wants to be. Honestly, if I had to pick a fairy squad, she’d be my number one draft.”

Chan leans back against the couch, a small smile tugging at his lips as he listens to Felix gush. “Damn,” he says, impressed. “I didn’t realize the Tinker Bell movies went that hard.”

“They do,” Felix says firmly, nodding. “Silvermist is a fucking legend. You should watch them. They’re underrated as hell.”

Before Chan can respond, Seungmin, who’s been quietly scrolling on his phone in the corner, pipes up. “So,” he says dryly, not even looking up, “why the sudden interest in Disney fairies?”

Chan freezes for a split second before recovering, his expression carefully neutral. “No reason,” he says casually, waving a hand.

“No reason?” Seungmin echoes, raising an eyebrow. “You, a grown-ass man, are randomly asking about a Tinker Bell character for ‘no reason.’ Seems legit.”

“Yep,” Chan says quickly, picking up a nearby throw pillow and tossing it at Seungmin to end the conversation. “Totally legit.”

Seungmin catches the pillow with one hand, his smirk growing. “Alright, whatever you say, Captain Fairy Squad.”

The rest of the guys snicker, but Felix, ever the enthusiast, is still buzzing. “Seriously, though, Chan, if you ever want a full Tinker Bell marathon, I’m your guy. I’ll even make snacks.”

Chan laughs, shaking his head. “Noted. Thanks, Felix.”

As the conversation shifts back to the usual chaos, Chan can’t help but tuck away everything he’s just learned about Silvermist. It’s silly, maybe even ridiculous, but he can’t stop himself from thinking about how your face lit up when you mentioned wanting to play her in Disney on Ice.

And for reasons he’s definitely not ready to admit, the thought makes him smile. 

The moment Chan steps into the skating rink, he’s greeted by the booming beats of Fantastic Baby by BIGBANG blaring through the speaker system. The heavy bass reverberates through the air, and the rink feels alive with energy. Chan stops just inside the doorway, letting the cold air wrap around him as he adjusts his scarf. His eyes immediately find you on the ice.

You’re a blur of movement, gliding effortlessly across the rink in your pastel green zip-up jacket, black flared leggings, and white skates. Your gloves match your jacket, and your hair is pulled back in its usual ponytail, strands bouncing slightly as you move. The light catches on the ice beneath your blades, creating a mesmerizing shimmer with every sharp turn and glide.

Chan doesn’t call out to you. Instead, he stays quiet, leaning casually against the wall as he watches. There’s something hypnotic about the way you move, graceful and controlled, yet with an undeniable power that keeps his attention locked on you.

As the music builds, you take a deep breath, your posture shifting as you prepare for something bigger. Chan straightens slightly, his curiosity piqued. You skate backwards with increasing speed, your movements precise and deliberate. Then, with a sudden burst of power, you jump, flipping backwards in the air.

“Holy shit,” Chan whispers under his breath, his heart skipping a beat.

You land on one leg, the blade of your skate cutting into the ice with perfect precision. Your arms extend outward as you continue gliding backwards, the momentum carrying you effortlessly across the rink. The fluidity of the motion is breathtaking, and for a moment, Chan forgets to breathe.

The song hits its chorus, the lyrics echoing loudly around the empty space as you slow slightly, your breathing visible in the cold air. You don’t try another stunt, simply transitioning into a series of smooth turns and spirals. It’s only then that Chan feels confident enough to make his presence known.

He brings his hands together, clapping loudly, the sound echoing through the rink. “Fucking incredible!” he calls out, his voice carrying over the music.

You pause mid-glide, turning toward the sound. A smile spreads across your face as you spot him near the entrance. Without missing a beat, you twirl once, your movement light and playful, before skating toward him.

“Good morning,” you say, your voice warm as you come to a stop near the edge of the rink.

“Good morning?” Chan echoes, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s all you’ve got to say after that? What the hell was that? You’re out here defying gravity like it’s no big deal!”

You laugh softly, pulling your gloves tighter. “It’s just part of the routine. Nothing special.”

“Nothing special?” he repeats, his tone incredulous. “You flipped backwards on ice. That’s insane.”

You shrug, your smile shy but genuine. “I’ve been practising that one for a while. It’s one of my favourites.”

Chan stares at you for a moment before breaking into a wide grin. “You’re a fucking superhero on ice, you know that?”

You giggle, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Thanks, but you’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not,” he insists, grabbing his skates from his bag. “Now I feel like even more of a dumbass with my little penguin training wheels.”

“Progress is progress,” you reply, your voice soft but encouraging. “You’ll get there. Everyone starts somewhere.”

Chan sits down on the bench, lacing up his skates with determination. He tugs the laces tight, double-knotting them before standing up. The chill of the rink hits him, but he doesn’t mind, it’s familiar now. He steps onto the ice cautiously, his first glide tentative as he adjusts to the slippery surface beneath him. It takes a few moments, but he finds his balance, pushing forward with steady, careful strides.

“Not bad,” you call out, gliding past him effortlessly.

He grins, his confidence growing as he watches you skate. “Not bad? That’s all I get? Come on, give me some credit here!”

You laugh softly, circling back toward him. “Alright, you’re doing better than before. Happy now?”

“Much,” he replies smugly, focusing on his movements.

Suddenly, you swoop in closer, your movements light and quick. Before Chan can react, you reach into his hoodie pocket and snatch his phone.

“Hey!” he yells, nearly stumbling as he reaches for you, but you’re already skating backwards, holding the phone up with a mischievous grin.

“You want it back?” you tease, your tone light but challenging. “Catch me without falling.”

Chan groans, already knowing this is going to be a disaster. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters, pushing off the ice to follow you.

You take off, your strides long and smooth as you gain speed. Chan follows, his movements clumsy compared to your grace, but he doesn’t stop. His determination is written all over his face as he tries to close the gap between you.

“You’re too slow, Captain,” you call over your shoulder, your laughter echoing in the empty rink.

“Give me a fucking second!” he shouts, gritting his teeth as he pushes harder.

Despite the obvious difference in skill, Chan starts improving with each minute. His strides become more confident, his balance steadier. He keeps his eyes locked on you, watching how you move, mimicking your technique as best as he can.

“Not bad,” you say again, glancing back at him.

He smirks, his hand reaching out. “Gotcha”

Before he can grab you, you drop into a crouch, gliding low across the ice and darting out of his reach.

“Are you serious?!” he yells, nearly losing his balance as he stumbles to a stop.

You laugh, standing upright again and twirling playfully. “Too slow!”

Chan groans but doesn’t give up. He takes a deep breath, refocusing his efforts. His strides grow more powerful, and though you’re still faster, he’s closing the distance little by little.

“You’re getting better,” you call out, your voice filled with genuine encouragement.

“Damn right, I am,” he mutters, determination burning in his eyes.

The chase continues, your speed and agility always keeping you just out of reach. But Chan doesn’t stop trying, his confidence growing with every stride. For the first time, he feels like maybe, just maybe, he’s not completely hopeless on the ice. And the way you laugh, light and carefree, makes the struggle almost worth it.

The familiar chaos of the frat house hits Chan the moment he opens the door. The sound of shouting echoes from the living room, accompanied by frantic button mashing and occasional thuds that could only mean someone’s losing spectacularly. Chan walks in, exhausted but smiling faintly, and flops onto the couch, throwing his arms over his head.

On the floor, Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix are locked in a heated battle over Overcooked. Minho is half-sitting, half-lying on Jisung, who’s struggling to keep his controller steady as Felix and Hyunjin scream at each other over who’s responsible for the virtual kitchen burning to the ground.

“WHY are there NO fucking tomatoes on this plate?!” Hyunjin yells, his face red with frustration as his character runs in circles on the screen.

“Because YOU didn’t chop them, you useless fuck!” Felix shouts back, jabbing his controller aggressively.

Minho cackles, clearly enjoying the chaos, while Jisung huffs, “If someone doesn’t plate that fucking soup, I’m going to scream.”

“You’re already screaming, dumbass,” Minho points out, squeezing Jisung’s ass just for the hell of it.

“Get OFF me!” Jisung yells, elbowing him but not moving away.

On the other side of the room, Seungmin, Changbin, and Jeongin are watching the train wreck unfold, sharing a large bag of popcorn like it’s the most entertaining movie they’ve ever seen.

Chan sighs loudly, hoping to grab their attention. When that doesn’t work, he clears his throat dramatically.

“I like my skating teacher,” he says, cutting through the noise.

The chaos screeches to a halt. Minho pauses mid-ass squeeze, Hyunjin and Felix stop yelling, and Jisung looks up from the floor with wide eyes. Even the three spectators glance over, their expressions a mix of surprise and smugness.

“Congrats,” Minho says casually, finally letting go of Jisung’s ass and sitting up properly. “We knew a week ago.”

Chan glares at him, his face flushing. “What the fuck? How?”

“Bro,” Felix says, turning to face him from his spot on the floor. “You asked about Silvermist. That wasn’t for you. We all figured it out.”

Hyunjin nods, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve got ‘dopey in love’ written all over you.”

Minho grins wickedly. “You’ve been walking around like a Disney prince ever since you started lessons. It’s painfully obvious.”

Chan groans, running a hand through his hair. “You’re all fucking annoying.”

“So, what’s the next step?” Minho asks, leaning back on his hands. “We meet her?”

“No,” Chan says quickly, sitting up straight. “Next step, you losers help me figure out how to ask her on a date.”

That’s all it takes for the room to descend into chaos again.

“I’ve got it,” Minho says immediately, holding up a hand like he’s about to deliver divine wisdom. “You fake an injury, she nurses you back to health, and boom—romantic tension.”

“That’s fucking stupid,” Jisung says, throwing a Dorito at him. “You should just skate up to her and do, like, a knee slide on the ice. Chicks love that shit.”

Hyunjin snorts. “Yeah, no. You should write her a song. Serenade her on the ice. Get some lights going. Make it a whole thing.”

“Too complicated,” Changbin says, shaking his head. “Just show up with a boombox and blast Careless Whisper. Trust me, it’ll work.”

Felix looks thoughtful for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Bake her a cake. Everyone loves cake. Put, like, ‘Be Mine’ on it in frosting.”

Seungmin scoffs. “Cake’s messy. You should get a shirt that says, ‘I’m your biggest fan,’ and wear it to your next lesson. Subtlety is overrated.”

Jeongin grins, clearly enjoying the ridiculous suggestions. “Buy her a penguin plushie. Say it’s in honour of your training.”

Chan looks around at the group, his face blank with disbelief. “How the fuck are none of you virgins?”

Minho bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach. “Because we’re irresistible, obviously.”

Chan sighs, leaning back against the couch. “I’m doomed.”

Hyunjin suddenly holds up his phone, his face lighting up like he’s just solved the world’s biggest mystery. “Chan,” he says dramatically, his eyes locked on his screen. “You’re about to kiss me.”

Chan, who’s been rubbing his temples in frustration, glances up with a deadpan expression. “Doubtful.”

Hyunjin smirks, turning his phone around to show the screen to the room. “Disney on Ice is in Seoul right now. Perfect date idea. You’re welcome. She wanted to be Silvermist, didn’t she? Sounds like her thing to me.”

Chan leans back against the couch, crossing his arms. “I don’t want to do something she’s already into. I want it to be new for both of us. Something different.”

Felix perks up, his eyes widening with excitement. “Oh, I’ve got it! Go to that adult play centre. You know, the one with the giant ball pits and slides, but it’s for adults. And they serve booze!”

The room collectively pauses, taking in Felix’s suggestion.

Chan tilts his head, intrigued. “Now that is kiss-worthy.”

Felix grins, puckering his lips dramatically. “Bring it in, Captain Kangaroo.”

Chan rolls his eyes, shoving Felix playfully. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

Jisung snorts, tossing a Dorito at Felix. “Honestly, though, that’s not a bad idea. Booze and ball pits? It’s the dream.”

Seungmin shrugs, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “At least it’s not another terrible suggestion. You should actually consider it.”

Minho crosses his arms, smirking. “You might be onto something, Felix. Even I’d say yes to that date.”

Chan looks around at the group, his mind turning over the idea. “Alright,” he says finally. “I think I’ve got a plan.”

The room erupts into cheers and more chaotic banter, but Chan just leans back with a small smile, his confidence slowly building. This might actually work.

The doors to the ice rink creak open, and Minho, Jisung, Felix, and Hyunjin step inside, immediately greeted by the chilly air and the unmistakable thumping bass of Liquor Store Blues by Bruno Mars blasting through the speakers. The soulful, reggae-infused beat echoes around the empty rink, and Felix nods in appreciation.

“Banger,” he says simply, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Damn right it is,” Jisung replies, humming along as they walk further inside, their footsteps echoing softly against the cold, polished floors.

Their eyes are drawn to the figure on the ice. You’re dressed in a pastel blue zip-up jacket and matching gloves, your black flared leggings hugging your form as you glide effortlessly across the rink. Your white skates shimmer slightly under the fluorescent lights, and your ponytail bounces behind you with every graceful movement.

“Is that her?” Hyunjin asks, narrowing his eyes as he leans forward slightly, trying to get a better look.

Before anyone can answer, you push off into a burst of speed, skating as fast as you can across the rink. The music crescendos as you prepare for your next move. With a deep breath, you plant one blade firmly on the ice, spinning with controlled precision. Your other leg lifts straight up behind you into the needle position, the movement flawless as you spin faster and faster, your form perfectly balanced.

“Holy shit,” Jisung mutters, his jaw slightly slack. “That’s the needle position.”

Minho turns to him with a raised eyebrow. “How the fuck do you know that?”

Jisung shrugs, not taking his eyes off you. “I watch TikTok.”

Felix snickers, shaking his head. “Of course you do.”

You finish your spin with a smooth transition into a glide, your breathing steady as you circle back toward the centre of the rink. You’re completely unaware of the four sets of eyes watching you from the entrance.

“Think this is her?” Felix asks, tilting his head as he studies you.

Minho pulls out his phone, scrolling for a moment before holding it up. “I’ve got Chan on Life360. This is where he goes every Tuesday morning at six a.m.”

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow, glancing at Minho. “So, here we are on a Wednesday at six a.m. to avoid him knowing we were ever here?”

“Exactly,” Minho replies with a smirk, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “We’re fucking geniuses.”

Jisung crosses his arms, his gaze still fixed on you. “If this is her, she’s... damn. No wonder Chan’s got that stupid dreamy look all the time.”

Hyunjin hums thoughtfully. “I mean, I get it. She’s insane on the ice.”

“Yeah,” Felix agrees, nodding as you prepare for another series of spins. “This is definitely her. No fucking doubt.”

Minho and the others step up to the edge of the rink, their faces full of mischief as they lean casually against the barrier. Minho, of course, is the first to speak, his tone far too cheerful.

“Hi!” he calls out, his voice carrying easily over the music.

You whip around mid-glide, startled by the unfamiliar voice. Your eyes land on four guys standing at the edge of the rink, all waving at you like they’ve just stumbled across an old friend. You slow to a stop, cautiously skating toward them.

Felix is the first to break the awkward silence. “You’re the girl who teaches Chan, right?”

You blink, slightly taken aback. “Yeah, that’s me,” you reply, your voice soft but steady.

Felix grins, his boyish charm on full display. “I’m Felix, by the way. This is Minho, Jisung, and Hyunjin,” he says, pointing to each of them in turn. “We’re his, uh... friends.”

Hyunjin steps forward slightly, his expression serious. “Do not tell Chan we were here,” he says, his voice low and almost conspiratorial.

Before you can respond, your eyes flick to a spot just behind them, widening slightly when you see Chan standing a few feet away. He’s leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his expression a mixture of exasperation and disbelief.

Minho stiffens immediately, his back straightening as if he can sense the tension. “Hyunjin,” he says slowly, not taking his eyes off you. “You look.”

Hyunjin shakes his head quickly. “Nope. Felix is Chan’s favourite. He can look.”

Felix hesitates, glancing at the others. “Seriously?” he whispers harshly before turning his head. The moment he spots Chan, his entire demeanour shifts. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters under his breath. Then, louder, “Let us pray. And scatter!”

Without another word, Felix takes off at a dead sprint, his feet pounding against the floor as he bolts for the exit. Minho follows immediately, his long strides eating up the distance as he disappears behind Felix.

This leaves Jisung and Hyunjin standing awkwardly at the rink’s edge, both frozen like deer caught in headlights.

“Well,” Chan says, stepping forward with deliberate slowness, his voice calm but laced with menace. “What to do with you two?”

Jisung’s lip trembles as he raises his hands to his face, covering his eyes in the most melodramatic way possible. “I’m so sorry!” he wails, peeking through his fingers to see if Chan is buying it. When it’s clear Chan isn’t impressed, Jisung drops his hands with a nervous laugh. “Well, I’m out!” he says, darting off after Felix and Minho.

Chan sighs heavily, turning his attention to Hyunjin, who is still standing there, unmoving. “Why are you still here?” Chan asks, raising an eyebrow.

Hyunjin shrugs, his voice deadpan. “That is a valid question.”

Chan’s lips curl into a slow, predatory smile. “If you’re still in my sight in two seconds, suicide runs all day tomorrow.”

The words barely leave Chan’s mouth before Hyunjin bolts, his long legs carrying him out of the rink faster than anyone expected.

Chan shakes his head, muttering something under his breath before turning his attention back to you. “Sorry about that,” he says, his voice softer now, his expression sheepish. “I have no idea how they found this place.”

You offer a small smile, hiding your amusement as you shake your head. “It’s fine. I guess I should’ve expected this eventually.”

Chan groans, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I’ll make sure they don’t pull this shit again.”

You nod, your smile widening slightly. “Good. Because you’ve still got a lot of skating to learn.”

You skate over to where Chan is leaning against the barrier, his arms crossed and a faint flush creeping up his neck. Though whether it’s from the cold or the chaos his friends just caused, you’re not sure. You come to a stop in front of him, tilting your head slightly.

“So,” you say softly, your voice tinged with curiosity. “You okay?”

Chan raises an eyebrow, his confidence slipping back into place as he smirks at you. “Why would I not be okay?”

You shrug, slipping your gloved hands into your pockets. “I mean, your lessons are every Tuesday. It’s a Wednesday.”

“Oh, right!” Chan straightens up, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he laughs a little awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. About that. I have something to ask you.”

You blink, curious now. “Okay?”

“There’s this, uh, adult play centre,” he starts, his confidence returning as he leans casually against the barrier again. “You get to drink and just fuck around, like a giant playground for adults. I thought maybe we could go. If not, it’s cool. I’ll just take Felix.”

You raise an eyebrow, biting back a grin. “You’d take Felix instead of me?”

Chan chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re my first choice.”

Your lips curve into a soft smile. “I’d love to go.”

“Just to clarify,” Chan says, his tone steady and direct now. “I’m asking you on a date.”

“I know,” you reply, your smile growing. “Unless you ask a lot of girls out, let them think it’s a date, and then shoot them down just for fun.”

Chan freezes, his confident demeanour crumbling in an instant. “What? I- No! I don’t do that! That’s not- Why would you even think-?”

You bite your lip, struggling to hold back your laughter as Chan starts to stumble over his words, his hands gesturing wildly.

“I would never do that!” he continues, his voice rising slightly. “That’s insane! Who even does that? Oh my God, do people think I do that? Wait- Do you think I do that? Because- ”

Your soft giggle cuts him off, and Chan stares at you, blinking as the realization dawns.

“You’re messing with me,” he says flatly, his tone laced with disbelief.

“Maybe a little.”

Chan groans, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re secretly mean. I knew it. You look all sweet and innocent, but you’re a menace.”

“Am not,” you reply, still giggling as you cross your arms. “You’re just easy to mess with.”

He shakes his head, a grin tugging at his lips despite himself. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.”

You glance at him, still smiling. “So, when are we going?”

“Saturday?” he offers, his voice still teasing but with an undertone of hope.

“Saturday works,” you say softly, your eyes meeting his.

Chan smiles, a little softer this time. “Cool. It’s a date, then.”

As you skate back onto the ice, Chan leans against the barrier, watching you with a mixture of amusement and admiration. If he wasn’t sure before, he is now, you’re absolutely worth panicking over.

Chan’s room is a disaster zone. His once neatly organized closet is now a warzone of clothes being rifled through by Felix, Minho, Jisung, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jeongin, while Seungmin lounges lazily on Chan’s bed, scrolling on his phone like he has no part in the chaos.

Minho dramatically holds up a plain black hoodie. “Do you not own any colour, Chan? Are you allergic to it or something?”

“Minimalism is a lifestyle,” Chan protests from where he’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Hyunjin tosses a black bomber jacket onto the growing pile of rejected options. “It’s fine. We can make it work. We just need to elevate it a bit. You know, make you look like you have a personality.”

“Thanks, Hyunjin,” Chan deadpans.

Jisung pulls a white jacket from the back of the closet, holding it up like it’s a trophy. “What about this? It’s crisp, it’s clean, and it has cool detailing.”

“It’s a start,” Changbin says, grabbing it from Jisung and pairing it with a classic collared shirt and a skinny black tie. He tosses the ensemble to Hyunjin, who inspects it critically.

“For the bottom,” Hyunjin muses, rummaging through the jeans section. “Something edgy. Distressed denim?”

“Distressed as in heavily fucked up, yes,” Jisung chimes in, pulling out a pair of heavily ripped blue jeans.

“And a baseball cap,” Hyunjin adds, grabbing a black one from the top shelf. “To balance it out.”

“Try it,” Changbin orders, tossing the items at Chan.

Chan rolls his eyes but heads into the bathroom to change. When he steps back out, the room goes quiet for a moment as everyone assesses the look. The white jacket fits well, the tie adds a touch of formality, and the distressed jeans bring the edge. But something feels off.

“It’s a look,” Minho says finally, tilting his head. “If you’re performing a concert or attending a school dance. But for an adult play centre? Not so much.”

Felix snorts. “Yeah, it’s giving I’m here for the photo shoot, not the fun.”

Chan groans, throwing his hands in the air. “Why is this so fucking hard?”

“Relax,” Jeongin says, pulling Chan back toward the closet. “Let’s go for something sleeker. Edgy, but not like you’re trying too hard.”

Felix pulls out a form-fitting black long-sleeve compression top with mesh sleeves, holding it up triumphantly. “This. Simple, but sexy.”

“Pair it with these,” Minho says, grabbing black cargo pants adorned with intricate silver chains.

Hyunjin adds a sleek silver belt, while Jeongin picks out a pair of black chunky boots from the shoe rack. Felix tops it off by handing Chan some stackable silver chains.

“Go. Now,” Minho commands, pushing Chan toward the bathroom again.

When Chan reemerges, the room collectively lets out a low whistle. The compression top hugs his torso perfectly, the mesh sleeves adding just the right amount of flair, while the chains and boots tie the look together effortlessly.

“Now that’s a look,” Felix says, nodding approvingly.

Minho smirks, crossing his arms. “Your ass looks great, by the way. You’re welcome.”

Chan rolls his eyes, grabbing his phone. “Alright, I think this works.”

Felix glances at the clock and his eyes widen. “Aren’t you picking her up in ten minutes?”

Chan freezes, checking the time on his phone. “Shit! Bye!” he yells, bolting out of the room and down the stairs.

“You forgot your car keys!” Minho shouts after him, holding up the keys with a smirk.

The sound of Chan’s footsteps stopping, followed by a loud groan, echoes from the stairwell before he comes back to grab the keys. “You guys suck,” he mutters before dashing out again, leaving the group in fits of laughter.

“Good luck, lover boy!” Jisung shouts, but Chan is already gone.

“That man is a disaster,” Seungmin says flatly, going back to scrolling.

“Yeah,” Felix says, grinning. “But at least he looks good doing it.”

Chan pulls his car to a smooth stop outside your apartment building, checking the time on his dashboard. He glances at the entrance, tapping his fingers nervously on the steering wheel. When the door swings open, his breath catches for a moment as you step out.

You’re not wearing your usual skating gear. No leggings, no zip-up jacket, no gloves. Instead, you’re rocking dark blue denim flares that hug your figure in all the right places and a matching denim waistcoat. The black lace bralette peeking out underneath adds an edge of elegance to the ensemble, and the dark blue Converse tie everything together with effortless cool. Your hair is styled in a half-up, half-down look, with two strands framing your face perfectly, and your makeup is flawless, a soft yet striking touch that only enhances your natural beauty.

Chan stares for a few seconds, his brain short-circuiting as he processes how you’ve somehow taken a retro 1970s ABBA-inspired outfit and made it look undeniably hot.

“Holy shit,” he mutters under his breath, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

It takes him another moment to snap out of it. Realizing he’s just sitting there like a dumbass, he scrambles to unbuckle his seatbelt and get out of the car. Nearly tripping over his own feet, he hurries around to the passenger side, reaching the door just as you step up to the curb.

“Hey,” you greet him softly, your voice warm and calm.

Chan freezes for half a second, his brain still catching up. “Hey,” he says back, clearing his throat as he opens the door for you. “You, uh, you look incredible.”

A small smile plays on your lips, and you tilt your head slightly, your voice teasing but kind. “Thanks. You’re looking pretty good yourself.”

Chan tries to play it cool, but the faint flush creeping up his neck gives him away. “Yeah, well, I had help,” he admits, scratching the back of his head as you slide into the seat.

He closes the door carefully before walking around to the driver’s side, silently taking a deep breath to steady himself. Once inside, he glances at you, his grin a little more confident now.

“You ready?” he asks, starting the car.

“Ready,” you reply with a nod, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

As he pulls away from the curb, Chan can’t help but steal another glance at you, the thought running through his head unbidden: This might be the best idea I’ve ever had.

The neon glow of the building reflects off the pavement as Chan parks the car, glancing over at you with a grin. “You ready?”

You turn to him, your eyes lighting up as you take in the bright colours and playful atmosphere already visible through the windows. “Yeah,” you reply, your excitement bubbling under the surface.

He leads the way, holding the door open for you as you both step inside. The air is filled with a mixture of upbeat music, the sound of laughter, and the occasional thud from the massive ball pit or climbing structures. It’s like stepping into a childhood memory, except everything is scaled up for adults and there’s a fully stocked bar glowing in the corner.

“Holy shit,” you say softly, your gaze sweeping over the massive slides, foam pits, and obstacle courses. “This is insane.”

Chan grins, nodding toward the bar. “Let’s grab a drink before we dive in.”

The two of you make your way over, weaving through groups of people already enjoying the space. Chan leans casually against the bar, scanning the menu for a moment before ordering. “One tequila sunrise for me,” he tells the bartender, then glances at you. “What would you like?”

You consider it for a moment, then smile. “A pina colada, heavy on the rum, please.”

Chan nods appreciatively. “Good choice.”

The bartender works quickly, and soon you’re both holding your drinks. The tequila sunrise in Chan’s hand looks vibrant, with its gradient of oranges and reds, while your pina colada is creamy and topped with a little umbrella. You take a sip, humming in approval.

“Good?” Chan asks, watching you with a smile.

“Perfect,” you reply, taking another sip.

With your drinks in hand, you head toward the cubby area near the entrance to the play structures. Both of you slip off your shoes, and you’re just about to step onto the foam mats when you catch sight of Chan’s socks.

You freeze, staring at the black fabric adorned with cartoonish renditions of two very familiar faces: Minho and Jisung, their expressions exaggerated for comedic effect.

“Wait,” you say, pointing at his feet as a giggle escapes you. “What the fuck are those?”

Chan looks down, realizing too late what’s caught your attention. His ears flush as he quickly tries to explain. “Okay, listen. Our washing machine eats socks. Like, a lot. So, I don’t have many pairs left, and these-” He gestures to his feet, grimacing. “These were a Christmas gift from Minho and Jisung.”

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth as your shoulders shake. “They got you socks with their faces on them?”

“Yes,” he groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Because they’re assholes. And now they’re the only socks I had left because I haven't gotten round to doing my laundry.”

You double over, laughing harder, your voice muffled behind your hands. “I can’t- I can’t take you seriously right now.”

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Chan mutters, though there’s a small smile tugging at his lips despite his embarrassment.

You keep pointing at his feet, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath. “I’m sorry- I just- It’s so ridiculous!”

Chan chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Alright, laugh it up. Get it out of your system.”

Eventually, your giggles subside, and you straighten up, still grinning. “Okay, okay. I’m good now. Let’s go.”

“Finally,” Chan teases, motioning for you to lead the way.

The sound of laughter and music fills the air as you and Chan make your way toward the towering drop slides, your drinks left safely behind. The structure looms above you, a straight vertical drop leading directly into a massive ball pit below. Adults of all ages are scattered around, laughing, climbing, and diving into foam pits or racing each other on obstacle courses. The energy in the place is infectious, and you find yourself giggling as Chan nudges you playfully.

“You ready for this?” he asks, his grin wide and mischievous as you both start climbing the cushioned steps to the top.

“I was born ready,” you shoot back, shoving him lightly to get ahead.

“Cheater,” he mutters, chasing after you as the two of you race to the top. You keep bumping into each other, laughter spilling out with every step as you scramble to reach the slide.

When you finally make it to the top, you peer down the drop and let out a low whistle. “That’s steeper than it looked from the ground.”

Chan leans over your shoulder, his voice full of mock confidence. “Scared?”

You glance at him with a smirk. “Not even a little.”

To prove your point, you step up to the edge and sit down, crossing your arms over your chest and your legs at the ankles, just as the staff member standing nearby instructs. You glance back at Chan, winking. “See you at the bottom.”

Before he can respond, you push off, and gravity takes over. The drop is exhilarating, your stomach flipping as you plummet down the slide. The world blurs for a moment before you hit the ball pit at the bottom with a soft whump, bright plastic balls flying everywhere as you land.

Chan’s laugh echoes down from above, and you look up to see him sitting at the top of the slide. “Alright, my turn.”

“Come on, big guy!” you call out, your voice teasing as you make yourself comfortable in the sea of balls.

Chan crosses his arms and legs, mimicking your earlier posture, and pushes off. His shout of excitement bounces around the room as he hurtles down the slide, his laughter turning into a loud “Oh shit!” just before he crashes into the ball pit. The impact sends another wave of balls flying, a few smacking into you in the process.

“Fucking nailed it,” Chan says, grinning as he pushes himself up from the brightly coloured chaos.

“You’re a natural,” you say, still laughing as you toss a ball at his chest. “Truly Olympic-level sliding skills.”

Chan scoffs, grabbing a handful of balls and tossing them at you in retaliation. “Keep talking, Disney princess.”

The two of you devolve into giggles, shoving each other lightly as you try to climb out of the ball pit. Around you, the place is alive with energy, adults are climbing through jungle gyms, racing down ziplines, and challenging each other to foam sword battles on balance beams. The air is thick with laughter and playful banter, everyone fully embracing the chaos of the night.

As you finally clamber out of the pit, Chan grabs your hand to help steady you, his smile as warm as ever. “Where to next?”

You glance around, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “Let’s go find the ziplines.”

He nods, his grip on your hand lingering for just a moment longer than necessary before he lets go. The two of you weave through the crowd, the night still young and full of possibilities.

The obstacle course looms ahead, a tangled maze of foam-covered beams, rope swings, and balance platforms. The alcohol humming in both your veins makes everything a little brighter, a little funnier, and a lot harder to navigate. You glance at Chan, who’s swaying slightly but still grinning like he owns the world.

“You’re going down, Captain,” you say, your tone light and teasing.

Chan snorts, adjusting the hem of his compression top as he sizes up the course. “Bold words for someone who’s about to eat my dust.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you step onto the first balance beam with the kind of ease that only comes from years of practice. The course seems like it was made for you—your natural grace and agility carrying you smoothly over the wobbly platforms and swinging ropes. Chan, on the other hand, is stumbling and nearly toppling over with every step.

“This is bullshit,” he mutters as he clings to a rope, glaring at the wobbly platform in front of him. “You’ve got an unfair advantage.”

“Excuses, excuses,” you call back, already halfway across the next section. You pause to look over your shoulder, your giggles spilling out as you watch him attempt to regain his balance. “Come on, Captain. You’re supposed to be leading the charge.”

Chan grumbles something under his breath before pushing himself forward, his movements clumsy but determined. “I’m not giving up,” he declares, pointing at you with exaggerated drama. “You’re not winning this.”

“Too late!” you sing, leaping onto the next section with effortless precision.

As you near the final stretch, you glance back to find Chan closing the gap. His competitive streak is shining through, but it’s clear he’s not going to win this on skill. So he does what any self-respecting frat leader would do in his position. 

He cheats.

Before you can reach the finish line, Chan lunges forward, tackling you onto the foam-padded surface. You let out a surprised squeal as he takes you down, his arms wrapping around you to keep the fall soft. You both land with a loud oof, laughter spilling out as you try to catch your breath.

“You asshole!” you giggle, swatting at his chest as he hovers over you, his grin wide and unapologetic. “You couldn’t let me have this, could you?”

“Nope,” he says, his voice low and teasing. “If I can’t win, neither can you.”

You roll your eyes, your cheeks warm from the alcohol and the proximity. “Real mature.”

Chan leans down slightly, his face just a few inches from yours, his grin softening into something quieter. His eyes lock onto yours, the playfulness in them shifting to something deeper.

“Are you going to kiss me, Captain?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, the words laced with a mixture of teasing and anticipation.

“Yeah,” Chan says simply, his tone steady and sure. “I am.”

And then he does.

His lips meet yours in a kiss that’s both soft and electrifying, the laughter and chaos of the night fading into the background. His hand rests gently against your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek as he deepens the kiss, every movement unhurried but deliberate.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing heavily as the moment lingers between you.

“Still think I’m an asshole?” he asks, his voice low and teasing.

“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin, though your tone is far from convincing.

Chan chuckles, leaning back slightly to help you sit up. “Good. Keeps things interesting.”

The cab ride back to the Alpha Phi frat house is a blur of laughter, slurred jokes, and a slightly tipsy rendition of a Bruno Mars song that neither of you can remember the lyrics to. By the time the cab pulls up, you and Chan are leaning on each other for support, the alcohol buzzing warmly through your veins.

Chan fumbles with his keys as you both stumble through the door, giggling as the sound of it echoes through the quiet house or so you think.

The moment you step inside, a voice rings out. “What time do you call this, Christopher?!” Minho is standing in the doorway to the living room, his hands on his hips and his tone dripping with exaggerated indignation. “And you bring home company without appropriate warning? Shame on you!”

“Shit,” Chan mutters, his grin lopsided as he leans against you for balance. “I thought they’d be asleep.” He turns to you, his expression half apologetic, half amused. “Well, guess this is it. Prepare to officially meet Alpha Phi.”

You just giggle quietly, the booze making everything seem ten times funnier. Chan leads you further inside, both of you stumbling slightly as you pass Minho, who looks entirely unimpressed.

The living room is alive with energy despite the late hour. Seungmin, Jeongin, and Changbin are sprawled on the couches, clearly in the middle of some conversation, but they all stop the moment you and Chan walk in.

The three of them take one look at you and, in perfect unison, say, “Damn.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, feeling a mix of shyness and amusement at their reaction. Chan rolls his eyes, his arm still draped around your shoulders for support. “Alright, calm down, you idiots.”

Jisung, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a half-empty bag of chips, grins and points dramatically at you. “Seungmin, Binnie, Innie, meet Y/N, Chan’s skating teacher.”

Changbin blinks, his brow furrowing. “Wait, when did you four meet her?”

Minho smirks, leaning casually against the wall. “We took initiative and went to the ice rink.”

You hiccup suddenly, the sound breaking the moment and making everyone laugh. Chan looks down at you, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “You good?”

“I’m fine,” you say softly, though your giggles betray your words.

Minho steps forward, wagging a finger at Chan like an overly dramatic parent. “Jesus, Chan, you should’ve gotten her some water. She’s a mess.”

Felix pipes up from his spot on the couch, grinning as he points a chip at Chan. “So is he.”

“Hey!” Chan protests, though his grin gives him away. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Sure you are,” Jeongin says, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he grabs a water bottle from the coffee table and tosses it to Chan. “Hydrate your girl, Captain Responsible.”

Chan catches the bottle easily, twisting off the cap and handing it to you. “Here, drink this before they give me more shit.”

You take the bottle with a small smile, sipping it obediently. The room is filled with the sound of laughter and teasing as the frat boys make themselves at home in your presence, their dynamic chaotic but oddly welcoming.

Despite the noise, Chan leans in closer, his voice soft as he murmurs near your ear. “You okay with all this?”

You nod, your smile widening. “Yeah. They’re... fun.”

Chan chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. “That’s one way to describe them.”

Minho claps his hands loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. “Alright, drunken kiddos, it’s bedtime. Go hydrate, pass out, and don’t make me come up there because I will,” he warns, fixing Chan with a pointed look. “And if I hear any sex noises? I will not be fucking happy with you.”

Chan snorts, trying and failing to stifle his laughter. You let out a giggle, leaning into him for support as you sway slightly. Minho rolls his eyes but doesn’t stop grinning as he shoos the two of you toward the stairs.

“Go. Sleep. And remember, you’re under my roof,” Minho calls after you as you both head upstairs, his voice dripping with mock authority.

Chan mutters under his breath, “Under your roof? Last time I checked, it’s all of ours.”

“Don’t test me, Christopher!” Minho shouts, making you laugh harder.

When you finally make it to Chan’s room, you flop onto his bed with a loud sigh, your body sinking into the plush mattress. “Shit,” you mumble, your voice muffled against the soft duvet. “This is comfy.”

Chan kicks off his shoes and sits down on the edge of the bed, watching you with a small smile. “I bought a new mattress when I moved in. Memory foam. And the covers? Egyptian cotton. 1,000 thread count.”

You hum in approval, rolling onto your back to look up at him. “Fancy.”

“Only the best,” he says with a grin before lying down next to you, the bed dipping slightly under his weight.

You turn your head to look at him, your gaze soft and a little hazy from the alcohol. “I hope you know,” you start, your tone teasing but firm, “you’re still paying for your lessons.”

Chan raises an eyebrow, leaning on one elbow to face you. “I wouldn’t dream of not paying,” he says, his voice low as a smirk tugs at his lips.

Before you can respond, he leans down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s slow and deliberate, his hand resting gently against your cheek. The kiss is warm and unhurried, like he’s savouring every second of it. When he pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours.

“Do I have to pay if I’m your boyfriend?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, the playful lilt in his tone making your cheeks flush.

You smile, pretending to think it over. “Hmm... you might get it discounted.”

Chan grins, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Good enough for me.”

He kisses you again, this time deeper, his free hand gently tangling in your hair as he tilts your head slightly to deepen the connection. The world outside his room fades away, leaving just the two of you, tangled up in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

When he pulls back again, his thumb brushes softly against your cheek. “You’re kind of dangerous, you know that?” he murmurs, his tone affectionate.

You laugh softly, your fingers brushing against his arm. “Dangerous?”

“Yeah,” he says, his smile soft. “You’ve got me completely hooked.”

Your laughter fades into a quiet, contented hum as you both settle into the bed, the warmth of the night wrapping around you. For the first time in what feels like forever, everything feels exactly right.

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